As I trudge through the forests of life, I find my feet are often mired in the mud of self-made resistance. As is true with many of us, we create our own dire hardships and majestic disappointments. When I stop to look at what I am doing, as a result of a trumpet creeper slapping me in the face, life is bowling over me into true awakening with what is real.
I awake in the presence of a more powerful reality of He who knows our weakness and suffers all trials with us. Standing before Him, I feel no embarrassment of my brokenness and failures. For they are His also, as He carries me over my self-made missteps. In the quietude of my contemplation, I listen for the voice of God; I feel the words of Isaiah in my heart: “learn to good do, search for justice. . . be just to the orphan, plead for the widow, (1:17).
My heart explodes with the knowledge of my future steps. I am led from the darkness of my selfish forest to the sunlight of sharing my love of God with those shown to me who are in need of God’s Love and Truth. The vine that awakened me becomes God’s voice for me to speak.
©Russell Kendall Carter
Meditating to Heal 
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