Author Archives: wbgayle

Icannotpresume token the deepnessof pain suffered bythose whose experienceI don’t fully understand.Their pain emanates from darknesssearching for love, compassion and grace.Pain, which has a voice needing to be heard.

Ifone holdstoo tightlyto resentment,opportunitiesfor forgiveness narrow.The path forward seems hopeless.Stand your ground, but lean in, openthe heart to a wider perspective.The past may not change but the future will.

HowI carefor myselfallows me toshow love to others.If I cannot see pastanger, hate, and divisionin my own heart, there is no wayI can act with grace and compassion.I must be this change I wish for the world.

No,I can’t!Yes, I can!New endeavorsare unknown journeyswith a new horizon,a limitation of sightbut not of capabilities.Not succeeding is not the failure.It is the self-doubt and the fear to try.

IfI couldtake awayall hurt enduredby those in my path,I would gladly do it.An empath dwells within meand I struggle with suffering.So I pray for God’s grace and mercyto wrap loving arms around those in pain.

Easeis hard.Mind racesto make long listsof things to be done.Nervous energy flows,creating superhighwaysclogged with stress and anxiety.It is so hard to be and not do.The secret is to be intentional.

Springbeginsas if anartist paintedred buds of new growthon bare trees and sprinkleddots of yellow and bright greenacross fallow, barren landscapes.Lent is also a growing season,creating new things inside and outside.

Turndarknessinto light.Stoke the embersof dying passions.Uncover talents pushedbehind curtains of neglect.Dust off the thrill of adventureby beginning something new and fresh.Growth happens when light shines on the inside.

God’swork isobviouswhenever Ihelp out a stranger,show love to a neighbor,or pray for a friend in need.One day God may call me to dosomething totally unexpected.I believe so that I may be ready.