When I look back on the past 9 months, the imagery of carrying my cross has been profoundly transforming...here is some very personal imagery that is emerging from my core:
[From My Journay Titled: Torn Pages (ask me sometime)]
Following this path has cost me a love of my life...at one time she was my everything. I was hers and she was mine. But that's a page that's been torn from the story of my life. The page is not there anymore, my love is not here, but you can tell when you rip out a page...its still there in the binding.
[in song lyrics]...
In front of me
Is more than I can see
Even more than I can dream
I will be her Adam and she will be my Eve
My Best is yet to come, yet to come
My Best is yet to come, she's yet to come.
Take me oh God up mountains
I'd never imagine to climb
And When I get up there
To the peak with her
Hand in hand we'll jump right off
and into Your vast unknown.
In front of me
Is more than I can see
Even more than I can dream
I will be her Adam and she will be my Eve
My Best is yet to come, yet to come
My Best is yet to come, she's yet to come.
For me the cross is about dying. Its about scars. Its about the transforming power of ressurection - new life. I wouldn't hope for such a thing and I wouldn't have it any other way. But I would pray the same prayer Jesus did:
Father, if there is any way for this cup to pass from me...if there is any other way...
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