Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Coming Full Circle

So many moments in the past two and a half months have felt magical. As if I was following the path perfectly, never losing sight of where I was supposed to go or which steps I should take. If I even considered veering, it would suddenly become very difficult- so I’d go back, without a doubt in my mind that it was the right thing to do. At every turn, as soon as I’d think, “What’s next?” the answer would just be there in front of me. Answers would come in dreams, at work while I was just sitting at my desk, or in a conversation with a friend. I would turn around and suddenly be looking in just the right place.

It’s amazing what happens when you finally give in and trust that God is leading you.

I’d like to share something that I haven’t thought about in years. When I was fifteen years old, I used to write. Angsty poetry mostly, but one day I wrote this. It was different from the others, important. And it came so suddenly, I hardly had time to think about it as I was writing. I didn’t know what it meant then. Now I do.





A Thousand (Sept 1, 1998)

A thousand people stop and stare
A thousand people walk by
A thousand cries of anger and sadness
as a thousand people die
A thousand people unsuspecting
A thousand diseases aren’t spotted
A thousand feelings of sorrow and regret
as a thousand others leave them broken hearted
One person decided to make a change
One person decided to stop the crying
And one by one the number added
till fewer and fewer souls were dying
One person decided to make a difference
One thought inside a thousand heads
But a thousand people feared that thought
A thousand people thought they couldn’t stand

A thousand people stood side by side
Another and another added on
till all the women and every man
found that they did hold the world in their hands
And those thousands together were strong





If there was ever a doubt lingering in the back of my mind that this website was what I was supposed to create, then finding that poem completely eliminated it. I realize now that this was in the works long before I became aware of it. Everything in my life adds up to this, to making me into someone who would be willing and able to provide this tool to others. Everything comes full circle. Even when I look back on the times when I was at my lowest. Times when I remember feeling helpless, hopeless and abandoned- somehow the answer was always there if I looked in the right place. If I looked up, turned around, or simply picked up the phone- someone was always there for me. Always. Pointing the way, saying just the right thing, guiding me to who I was beyond the pain. Even when it was cloudy, I was always shown a way out. I’m going to trust in that now more than ever.

On a separate but very related note, thanks to the assistance of a few good friends, the site is almost finished.

More to come soon.

1 comment:

  1. That poem was beautiful, because it's true. Just like you. You are beautiful, because you my dear, are so very true.

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