The race is finished.
The journey has ended.
All the tears have been shed.
All the laughter has been shared.
Looking back, the misfortunes we experienced seem diminished. The struggles feel lighter. The arguments lose relevance and resentments are released.
As we reminisce, memorable joys bring smiles to our faces. Inexplicable peace fills us with gladness. Compassion is strengthened and love will be held ready for when we meet again.
What is the change that takes place within us? How can our perceptions be transformed so greatly? Why does the impossible seem probable?
The Spirit within us grows.
We have a strength we have never known and burdens that used to weigh us down feel light. Within us is a grace that we did not believe exists and attacks that used to spur our rage now irritate us no more than an uncomfortable breeze. Wisdom has found us and confusion that used to ensnare our efforts is untangled as simply as a child's puzzle.
With the Spirit, we see before us a path we have never known. A path that sparks an ominous sensation, but feels familiar like we have been there in a dream. This path is riddled with cracks and crevices that easily ensnare, but, with understanding of its patterns, forward progression is easily manifested.
This path is the same path I have walked my entire life. It has not changed, nor will it. Yet today it bares no threat. It is no different… I am different.
I am finally ready for the long road home.
