If only wishful thinking worked.
Sitting here in the early hours of the rising sun with the window framing the Washington Memorial, I am reminded of what hard work it takes to grow a nation. More than hard work, growing a nation took sweat, blood, and tears. Exactly the kind of things wishful thinking avoids.
Wishful thinking is better served at memorials, when the wars are won, and the dreams accomplished. No harm to then think about what could have been when the days of what could be are over. Only the living can be and do and grow.
The lesson seems obvious. Pain and growth are inseparable allies. While it may be true that the physical body grows in sleep, all other kinds happen when we’re wide-awake. You might not immediately see the fruit of growth, but you will feel its mortar breaking through your quiet, selfish places, and you will see the blood it spills upon your stubborn will, and you feel its hand reaching to wipe the sweat and tears from your unrefined dreams. Through all the blisters and discomforts of change, you will find yourself inching forward, upward, to be more of the person you were created to be.
Wishful thinking sounds nice, but I will choose to grow.
“For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you. We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives, so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience.” Colossians 1:9-11
Today I’m participating in Gypsy Mama’s Five Minute Friday challenge, where we just write for five minutes and not worry about all the editing junk. Today’s prompt was “grow.”
How are you growing?