How Does One Engage in Awe?
How does one engage in awe when grief and loss feel abundant?
How does one fathom the beauty that surrounds or encourage the wonder that awe strikes, when all of perspective has shifted, yet again?
How does one even write about awe when words feel few?
How does one feel worthy to write when everything in life feels like one strike of loss after another?
Awe feels like an “other” perspective, one wrapped in the prettiest of bows, with Pinterest styled lives and photos that feel o so staged.
Until you take the courageous step to walk through those feelings.
A shift happens.
Then that one step turned into discovery. Discovery showed the way..
Perhaps awe is this: an invitation to shift one’s perspective to see the beauty there is to offer no matter the circumstances that surround.
It’s in the gentle flutter of a butterfly whisping by as life bursts forth reminding you that all is not lost, even when it feels like it is.
It’s the reminder found in the muddied hands, sweat dripped face of a five-year-old living her best life showing you the cyclical nature of life, that in the midst of grief, awe is waiting offering us a hand to hold on just a little longer.
It’s that same five-year-old reminding you that you can engage in play, engage in awe while still holding the weight of loss.
Where are you "discovering awe"
as a result of courageously facing loss?
TELL US IN THE COMMENTS.
MIA ARRINGTON is a licensed social worker, former foster youth and adoptee. She juggles the hard and beautiful roles of being a wife, mom and social worker. Mia loves reading, trying new crafts and encouraging others to walk in who God made them to be.