Dilapidated moments bring the most clarity. Reins may have temporarily taken flight and the walls left me feeling closed in, but inside that heavy storm there is an understanding. I breathe deeply to pull in prayers that no longer bounce off the sky, because I am finally listening for the answer. Faith may be failing around me with discouraging words manipulated to bring guilt and shame. Still, weaved in barren ground are sounds that soothe the cracking roads.
If nothing else, I have learned to re-build from where I stand. From the inside out – that is where the wreckage begins. It is not about timing of words, or what sword to use. It all falls down to the knees that bend and search for where I can start healing. There is less sting to the realities of what this world gives and instead of folding down the gates that lead to greener woods, I will landscape the fissures within my own garden.
From the inside out, that is where all things begin.