Between divides and marks. Effectively separates one from another.
Transition is the undercurrent of between. The threshold that magnifies two worlds that have enough significance to be set apart. Between is a time of discernment; a moment of clarity.
Between may be the barrier that excludes one slice from the other. The highest of elevated fences soaring above. Between can feel like a great body of roaring water – daring the pilgrim to decision. Between may be magnified. Or intimidating. An oppressive void bubbling with uncertainty.
At other times, between is navigated with ease. A barely-noticed step from one terrain to the next. Between can be the needed affirmation that it is time to move. To shift. Or to reimagine perspective.
Between may be a season that is chosen by the traveler. But between may also be the one choosing. Between is sometimes embraced with vulnerability and grace. At other times shunned with defense or animosity. Between is vacuum. Or springboard. Perhaps both.
Life is between. In phases. And in entirety. For dust eventually beckons dust. And the peace that illuminates the fullness of Maker ultimately calls us beyond between.
But dust does not have a monopoly on life. For spirit molds the dust and emerges into various forms of life. And is carried in the midst of between. If this spirit is recognized and beheld, between has the true opportunity to transform. And the mystery present in between will speak in the most powerful of ways. Inviting a reckless surrender to any given season. Or moment. Even whisper. Amen.
Transition is the undercurrent of between. The threshold that magnifies two worlds that have enough significance to be set apart. Between is a time of discernment; a moment of clarity.
Between may be the barrier that excludes one slice from the other. The highest of elevated fences soaring above. Between can feel like a great body of roaring water – daring the pilgrim to decision. Between may be magnified. Or intimidating. An oppressive void bubbling with uncertainty.
At other times, between is navigated with ease. A barely-noticed step from one terrain to the next. Between can be the needed affirmation that it is time to move. To shift. Or to reimagine perspective.
Between may be a season that is chosen by the traveler. But between may also be the one choosing. Between is sometimes embraced with vulnerability and grace. At other times shunned with defense or animosity. Between is vacuum. Or springboard. Perhaps both.
Life is between. In phases. And in entirety. For dust eventually beckons dust. And the peace that illuminates the fullness of Maker ultimately calls us beyond between.
But dust does not have a monopoly on life. For spirit molds the dust and emerges into various forms of life. And is carried in the midst of between. If this spirit is recognized and beheld, between has the true opportunity to transform. And the mystery present in between will speak in the most powerful of ways. Inviting a reckless surrender to any given season. Or moment. Even whisper. Amen.