Find The Grace

Find the positivity. Find the grace. Find it and hold it and cling to it like it is your lifeline and only breath of air before everything sinks. Find the silver linings. Hold them in your lungs and search for them in the bubbles and rubble of all that pours down around you. Find the bright spot in the dark clouds, listen for the sounds of the birds when the winds pick up and tear down the house around you. It is there, shhh, it is there, it is always there and it is waiting for you to reach out with both hands, bloody and shaking, and hold on to it like it is the last thing you will ever learn how to let go. Find the glory, the glory through the ache, and understand that it is what we cab endure that defines who we become. That it has never been about the punches we can throw, but the punches we can absorb and still stand up from. It is the standing up and the refusal to lie still and quiet as the numbers count towards 10 and the knockout becomes complete.

Rise my soul, rise through the flame and the ash, rise through the waters that fill the spaces under your arms as they crawl toward your throat. Rise and find the grace for it is all around you. 

Find it. Find the grace. 

(Tyler Knott Gregson)