...that something wonderful...

...is about to happen!

These sweet words from a little book my special fellow gave me last week.  How true the thought and the concept that good things happen all the time.  

I look at my friends who inspire me most...it appears that they are never flustered by anything; that they move seamlessly through the most difficult of times.  But how can that be?  They possess some supernatural power of emotional strength?  I know, for instance, that there have been deaths in their families...sicknesses, financial strains, discipline challenges with children and grands, marriage realities set in, and all manner of 'life happenings.'  But they never 'sweat it,"

And then again, I think of the times when people have had those same thoughts about me.  When I slept through a 9 hour operation to replace my husband's diseased liver; when I calmly sat in the waiting room knowing that the EMT's eventually had to come and tell me he could not be revived (but he was); when at last he took that last breath and I calmly walked out of his hospital room and sought quiet in a downstairs waiting room.  I'm sure I was the picture of faith and serenity.  But there were the very few who I allowed to see me sob, or hear my doubts and fears.  But I did experinece those very unnerving, woesome, dark places of the soul.

So, surely have those I admire, who I see as 'faith pillars,' been to the same pit of despair.  I'm just not in that inner circle where the sobbing begins and the doubting haunts.  Someone else is there.

Everyone has faith in something....their God, their higher power, their own good sense and experience.  No one is an island.

So what good is our example of faith if truly, in the deepest part of us somewhere, there is doubt and fear and darkness in circumstances of dread?  Is it 'pretending' that is seemingly uplifting?  Or perhaps deception?  Or is it denial?  Perhaps we are not in our best mental health state?  How can a person be in the pit with tears and pleadings and bargaining with God, and at the same time doubting there is hope or God or future?  

I would have to say the inspiration comes from the moving on....just keep going....never stop more than to wipe the tears.  It is the progress down the road; the success at gaining ground in forward momentum that marks one's inspiration potential.  The old saying, "Winners never quit; and quitters never win," is more truth than not.

So you walk away from financial disaster and rebuild a stronger empire...I walk away from death and rebuild life...another finds inner strength to believe one more time in a fallen child, and is rewarded with a healed son who is suddenly dependable, hopeful, and productive.  It is the walking on; forging the way step by step that works the magic of inspiration.

What is eaten by the pit is eventually spewed back out.  And then the magic begins as one takes a step or two wthout falling back in and with each additional step puts more distance between himself and the pit...and, step by step, is walking nearer the daily sunsets and sunrises.  And someone who needs inspiration has been watching, wondering, holding their breath, in hope that something you are doing is translating into a message to their broken heart.

So it is with our lives...we need and give inspiration in direct proportion to our understanding and acceptance that we fell in ... but we got out...and we stayed out.  We made it!  Life is good again.  Sorrows abandoned, but not forgotten for the value of their lessons.  

Hope soars and we grasp it.  The journey leads us within view of other such pits, but we are smarter.  We walk past without faultering.

What good we believe; is the good we recieve.  Something wonderful is about to happen!