I have qualities in this life that I would not have if I didn’t come through tragedy. Tragedy has engaged some of the finest characteristics that I just wouldn’t have found without the experience.
Because I am alive and another woman is buried 20 or 30 feet under the ground and will never see the light of day again, I am thankful for the sunshine in a way that I could have never found the gratitude for without that experience.
I look at the mountains with the amazement of a little girl. I am astounded by their beauty. They are still but alive in their own way. The sky has colors of blue you cannot replicate.
The deer that happen by each day are so impressive. Their staggered legs mimic the dance of a gazelle. My heart leaps with each step.
I am not impressed with the fineries of life. Those things that people bury themselves in to show they are better than the next guy. I could leave that all behind. It brings no shelf life but has a quick expiration date.
I am impressed by the warmth of a stranger. I wonder what led them to their kindness. Why they smile and give love to a person they don’t know. I want to be more like them.
I have a strict adherence to kindness. It is the deepest pleasure for me.
All of these things I wonder if I would have the insight for without experiencing deep tragedy. Would I know the depth of God’s love without it?
This I do know. He is my rock, my redeemer, my kin! I have family. I am loved and I have great worth in His kingdom.
I don’t mock the folks who abused me, and I don’t judge them. I simply tell my story.
The first snow has arrived and the pleasure of witnessing its arrival is outstanding.
I am blessed and I am distinguished.