We’re celebrating two years by looking back on some of our favorite posts.
My very first post on Full of Graces was “Here”.
This is part of what I said:
And now…I know this: my life is not a highway anymore. Once I slowed down, I noticed that I had arrived. I was Here.
This is not about being a stay at home mom. That’s not what I mean by Here.
Here is a place for which my husband and I hoped, prayed and worked.
Here is a destination to be savored and explored.
Here there are graces and blessings and peace.
Here is what I wanted; I need to stand still, right Here and live it.
The journey is important. The journey pushes and strengthens us. But every journey needs a destination, or it’s just wandering.
When I wrote those lines, I was more hoping they were true than knowing for sure. But that’s kind of how I roll. I think about how life would be if and then I set out to make it happen.
Sometimes, I succeed. Sometimes, I don’t. And sometimes, a better truth comes from all that effort.
When I made my life still and calm and prayerful, into the stillness came a loud awareness that we needed to make a change.
Let me tell you, it wasn’t very long either. Makes me wonder what other stuff I missed in my loud and busy previous life.
So we made a journey. And the journey taught me a lesson about Here.
Here is a lot like Truth. Static AND dynamic. Here is more about heart and people than it is about place. My Here is here, same as it was there. The same graces and blessings and peace. Same God. Same gratitude.
We just picked it up and moved it 750 miles.
But if I had never learned to stand quietly and still, I wouldn’t have recognized my Here. And then either we wouldn’t have moved or I would have left my Here behind.
Then there would be no Here here.
Holy Dr. Seuss.
My point is that first we have to learn to stand still and quiet in our Here, filled with graces and blessings and peace. And then it doesn’t matter what happens next because the Here is portable.
We can take it with us.