Saw this image on Facebook, accompanied by a friend’s post commenting on how we’re being divinely cleansed and prepared for a beautiful and more abundant future…but we must have faith.
And I find myself reflecting once again on the fact that we all have our own little moments of what–to us–feel almost like a crucifixion-resurrection experience; our own uniquely personal version of death-rebirth that we move through again and again throughout our lives.
I think on a very, very deep level we know we signed up for these experiences, but when the moment comes to face up to them it feels like a very bad idea that we would never have agreed to!
It’s like we each have our own itsy-bitsy, teeny tiny version of the Easter story helping us to build our faith muscle.
Hmmm… I’m not entirely sure this makes any sense, but it’s late so I’ll just leave it at that. 🙂