It’s easy to stay in our comfort zone. And, as uncomfortable as grief is, sometimes it’s easier to pull the covers over our heads and stay in a cocoon. Because people will excuse us. “Poor thing…she’s a widow, you know.” That scenario can end up being a thief…of time, self-confidence, friendships, experiences. Getting back up on the horse isn’t easy and you have to do it over and over and over again.

This rain has left me in a funk the last couple of days…my mood feeling as grey as the October sky. So I did something to stretch my wings. Even though I’m not necessarily comfortable in the ocean, I stood on the beach and let the surf of high tide rush over my legs. It looked a whole lot scarier from this photo’s vantage point than it actually was. The water barely covered my knees…but I could feel the power of it as it rushed by me. It felt exhilarating and alive. It brought me back to myself, my heart beating fast, foam dancing all around me. Ok, don’t scold me. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done…and I’m not planning on doing it again. But, for a moment, I stood on the edge. And I woke up.

❤️

“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”

Isaiah 43:19