...and they're back

In gloriously vague terms, today was a victory for reconciliation, for God, for resurrection and happiness :)

I don't mean to be enigmatic, but I want to relish this day by myself for awhile. But tonight, as I savor the fruit of a period of waiting - what for me was a season of waiting on God or simply allowing myself to catch up with Him - as I whisper goodnight, I leave you with a dash of someone else's brilliant insight...

"I had tended to view waiting as mere passivity. When I looked it up in my dictionary however, I found that the words passive and passion come from the same Latin root, pati, which means 'to endure.' Waiting is thus both passive and passionate. It's a vibrant, comtemplative work. It means descending into self, into God, into the deeper labyrinths of prayer. It involves listening to disinherited voices within, facing the wounded holes in the soul, the denied and undiscovered, the places one lives falsely. It means struggling with the vision of who we really are in God and molding the courage to live that vision."

-When The Heart Waits, Sue Monk Kidd