Acceptance

October 7, 2021

Acceptance.

Standing alone

Facing each other

With all our scars and battle wounds

Exposed. Can we

Accept one another just as we are?

A mirror

Reflected.

A dream

Revealed.

This is

All

We

Have…

…precious few moments before we say our final goodbyes

And make our way

Back

To the beginning—to the Source.

Yes, moments like theses are difficult to bear alone.

This, I understand.

You need me as much as I need you

To be vulnerable and trusting even when

All seems forsaken—accepting

This

Is

All we have. And

All we have

Is

This moment.

You standing alone,

With all your scars and battle wounds, facing me alone with all of mine;

A mirror reflected—

A dream revealed.

Can you accept

Horror-and-beauty

Side-by-side

Hand-in-hand

You see before you

I see as well?

Patiently waiting your reply,

NZain

Author: NZain

@ukiezhinka

17 thoughts on “Acceptance”

  1. “A mirror reflected—

    A dream revealed.

    Can you accept

    Horror-and-beauty

    Side-by-side

    Hand-in-hand

    You see before you

    I see as well?”

    Uhhhhh…Sometimes,

    For you see in the mirror before you exactly what I see of myself when gazing in such a perfect glass.

    “Horror-and-beauty.”

    You know Nina? What I can’t stand the most (Hate is too strong a word for one so young…a child of God who must be as a child; striving to re-gain that humility I am sure I once must have had) is the horror part of my image. The unforgiving one…the unforgiven one; despising and despised. I am HATED and hateful! I can’t stand that there is so much integrity in the horror. It suites itself perfectly; self reflected horror for horror!

    But…yet…that said, it is in the beauty where redeeming grace may and does come in. If not for that, we would see nothing in a mirror. We who see clearly believe what we see. May I then know that I am redeemed and redeemable. I am loving and loved. I forgive and am forgiven. I am well.

    All is well.

    All are well.

    In Jesus Name I ask,

    Amen

    PS: Thanks for the Day’s grace. It was well needed and just in time.

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    1. Amen, Puss-N-Boots. Amen indeed.

      But what about the horror part of me and my image? It’s not pretty. Not pretty at all. In fact quite the opposite of beauty. Down right ugly. Can you stand me? The hateful and hated one? The despised and unforgiven? Is there any hope for me in your eyes I wonder?

      Glad this was delivered just in time. Mary’s tears wash us all…you are loving and loved.
      ✨🙏🏻✨

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      1. “But what about the horror part of me and my image? It’s not pretty. Not pretty at all. In fact quite the opposite of beauty. Down right ugly. Can you stand me? The hateful and hated one? The despised and unforgiven? Is there any hope for me in your eyes I wonder?”

        I wonder the same thing ALLLLLLL THE TIME! I’m 56 now. I think it took me about…(counting on fingers) 55.5 years to actually believe that it is possible to TRULY forgive anyone or anything (but most of all…myself). I could and can…am quite able to hold a grudge. But it really really is one of the most toxic things one can do. One can feel that particular poison filling the veins and abrading every single inner surface; as shards of tumbling glass might do. Seriously! How do we bear un-forgiveness and grudges???!!

        I wonder if you realize that compassion is the ability to bear suffering?

        The Horror and the Beauty. Poetic irony.

        Do you love it or hate it? (Hate is such a strong word….)

        Ugh!

        Groan.

        Rather love it for all the work it’s taken. Geeeezzz!

        LOL

        Peace and great love to you, Nina. Thanks for all you do, are doing and will do. Amazing work!

        Puss-N-Boots

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      2. Do you know, Grumpy—you have a way about your writing style that just inspires joy and laughter in me? I literally start giggling and tears begin to well up in my eyes…because I feel your kindness and honesty and vulnerability—I feel our shared humanity—our suffering and joy of waking up everyday and looking in the mirror…

        Just the other day, I asked a dear friend—to ‘bear with me’ as I stumble over the rotten egg shells that I have walked on for so long—as I try and find the ground that is shifting underneath me. Sometimes I fall down and need an understanding hand to help me back up.

        Hate is not the opposite of love.

        Hate is a strong word. “I hate what she did to you…I hate what he did to me so much—I hate that we were abused—but, I love this space of healing we are in right now—the beauty and joy of gratitude and compassion…Because I love and I am filled up overflowing with love.” Would I have ever known this beauty now—had I not known horror before?

        How do we bear un-forgiveness and grudges? That’s a really great question, eh?

        This past year I have asked God many an early insomniac morning this same question…and what keeps coming to me is “it’s nothing personal.” Acceptance.

        Everyone is on their own journey back to the Source.

        Peace and great love received and given to you, P-N-B. Thank you for being here—without you none of this would exist—seriously. I need you too. Remember this. ✨💚✨

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    1. Yes. Agreed Punam. Acceptance is a life long journey with obstacles thrown at us just to keep us trying each day a little better than before…
      Love you, ma! Warts and all! 🤗💚🤪

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