The prompt from #Reverb10 today is to explore that thing or that person that you have let go of this year. I don’t really want to answer this question. I don’t want it to appear in black and white because it’s hard enough to deal with in my interior life. My friends know the story and the heartache — and the wounds that are still healing. I am indeed trying to let go but it’s not easy. It’s never easy.
I’m not going to tell you the story. Not here.
|Micah 4.8-13 by Rev. Elsa A. Peters|
Instead, I’ll tell you about this prayer from last year. In the midst of Advent last year, I drew this prayer meditating on Micah 4:8-13. It was emblematic of what I was feeling last year. (It was symbolic, people. I wasn’t pregnant.) And then, things changed. Very quickly. And it hurt too much to see this image. I couldn’t understand how I could have been so wrong. But I was. I was.
One year later, this will be the Christmas card I send into the world. Now, I’m really ready for this image. I’m ready for it to mean all that it can. It wasn’t what I expected when I first put pen to page. I let go. I guess. Now, it means something else. And speaks even more loudly about who I want to be.