"I don't feel no ways tired. I've come too far from where I started from. Nobody told me that the road would be easy. I don't believe He brought me this far to leave me."
Even as I type these words tears sting my eyes. We began this evening with Mass, or what lead praise dancer, Judy Lagier, called a BIG celebration. Big celebration is also the name of the Malian dance the graceful young women did to worship. I wish you could have seen them in their kente cloth covered leotards, and Ms. Lagier had to be most elegant (at 62!). There were drummers, and a choir so powerful the angels must have paused to listen. I was home at last.
The priest told us in his homily that none of us were there by accident, but rarely have I believed such liberating words. I've worn mourning clothes since I left Raphael, but tonight my Father who rescued me from that situation, gave me back my color. Tonight I feel like I'm spinning around in a Kaleidoscope with color exploding in my soul. I didn't put on the garment of praise. Not myself. My Father gently held out his hand and I simply handed over the spirit of heaviness. It was he who cloaked me in the grace colored, brand new gear.
For the first time in a long time,as the beloved spiritual says, I don't feel no ways tired. The story behind me seems so much less compelling than the one before me, and I feel beautiful through and through.
I don't believe he bought me this far to leave me.
Thank you getting me here, friends. I am so very grateful.