Each time I find myself in a new phase of life, I become aware that the period I have just passed out of -the period in which I thought, "This is it! This is what I'm here for!"- was really mostly a preparation for where I am now. By this, I become aware that redemption is at work in me, turning the junk of the past into treasure. This is the power of redemption. It doesn't merely release me from slavery,but sets me on the path to a true home. It not only heals, but gives a previously unknown strength too. The very Locus of suffering becomes a place of glory.
I wonder, sometimes, should I be aware at the last there I haven't long to live, if I will be delivered into a moment of awesome clarity, the understanding that the whole journey up until now has been for the purpose of bringing me to this moment. In that moment, I will here it; no longer a quiet breath, but a joyful summons, deeming me-
My Beloved.
