KPC Prompt “Starting Over”
Courage doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice
at the end of the day saying,
“I will try again tomorrow.”
– Mary Anne Radmacher
Life often presents us with opportunities for fresh starts. Graduation from high school or college gives us the opportunity to reinvent ourselves. Moving, career changes, marriage, and the birth of children offer us new beginnings. These are usually pleasant and welcome new directions in life.
People are often forced to start their lives over. They may have been displaced by floods or fires and have had to rebuild homes or relocate. With the downturn of the economy, people’s businesses have gone under, their jobs have been downsized, and they may have been pushed to declare bankruptcy. No matter the cause or the situation, it is an emotional endeavor.
And sometimes life offers us a mind altering horrific experience to give us a new lease. That is exactly what happened to me. Being held up at gunpoint and praying to God for your life to be spared brings a whole new perspective to life. Escaping physically unharmed was a blessing, but it took a toll on me emotionally.
At first I didn’t view this as a beginning. I viewed it as an ending. An almost ending of life. But an ending to the way I lived my life. Gone was the trust. The simple task of going out alone to the grocery store was pure misery. Being alone was devastating. I was frightened, vulnerable, and felt betrayed. I let myself become a victim. My fear stifled my children.
While I was certainly happy to be alive, and stopped taking people, things, and time for granted, I was unable to live a life of peace. I was thankful for my blessings, and was grateful for He who gave me life and sustained me daily. Still I didn’t reach that place inside me where He resides.
“If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.” — Flavia Weedn, Illustrator and Artist
When I found that spiritual side, I began to live life as a victor. It took many years and much self evaluation. I did not find this place inside the walls of a church. I held the keys within my self for years, but never knew how to unlock those doors. That was the point of starting over for me. No, there was no grand outer appearance to show off. It was a beginning that was probably not noticeable to others, but had a profound effect on me personally. I know that I am blessed in so many ways. I still have to remind myself now and then not to take people or things for granted. I try to look at each day and find the extraordinary in the ordinary. I live a fairly simple and what most people would consider boring life. But what I have is a deep rich inner life that is difficult for me to explain. I have peace. And I’m happy to say that nothing material in this world equates to that. The beginning of peace is a new lease on life.
“Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Author, Philosopher, and Poet