I’ve lived long enough now, to understand that our lives have seasons. There are seasons of gain and seasons of loss. While my mother passed away during my college years, which I would have to say was my biggest personal loss, her passing was a bit of a one off, a singular event. She left this plane of existence spring of 1983. But not quite ten years later, my Aunt Lucille passed away from that malignment disease. Then in an all to rapid succession, we lost four of her sisters within a three year period, plus one of my uncles as well. And dare I say, that is often the case in single parent households, we were a lot closer, at the time, to mother’s family. And it should be said, that my father upheld his fiscal commitment, even of he wasn’t always physically present.
However, flash forward and once again, my family finds it’s self in a season of loss. It is said that death comes in threes. I can’t say that, but I surely say, per my own personal experience, that these losses do come in waves. I pray that now we’re entering a season of tranquility.
Still, all of that said, I’ve, through prayer and meditation (works for me), have found at this late date, how to actually let go of things I cannot control. It took some time and a pandemic for me to reach this point. For, I must trust all that is good, that everything is working out in my favor, and for the greater good.
For I’ve come to more than understand, I’ve actually experienced a portion of the Grace shown to me in real time. And with that Grace, has come a sense of peace, so much so, that I cannot even envision returning to a place spiritual lack and scarcity. I pray daily to let go, to let go not only of any given moment, but of every moment which this life might afford me yet to come.
Thus, at last, at this many years old, I’m finally learning of the peaceful realm they call Grace.