I have always loved school and learning. I’m sure that it catches no one connected to me from childhood by surprise that I chose education as a profession. In high school, I learned that it was okay to be different. To dare to explore and allow myself the space and the capacity to try and fail and then try again.
And another surprise to none would be my love of the English language. One of my favorite subjects alongside English, however, was Science. Discovery. The known and the unknown. The trial and error. Astute cause and effect. The wonder and sheer amazement of how things work, and systems of creativity still leave me speechless. The innerworkings of foreign substances collaborating to form a magical concoction of mystery and so on. Learning formulas and chemical compilations etched into my memory bank that are triggered each time a similar saying arises...
And the one formula phrases that always makes its way to the forefront of my mind is this; an object in motion stays in motion until acted on by an equal and opposite force. From that interaction, an object changes direction. Newton’s Frist Law of Productivity. These days, I’d like to view myself as the object in motion. Working and moving about a path. Maintaining a steady gait and traction keeps me equivalently aligned, making my way through forward press. On a path seemingly destined for me. Influencing and being influenced. Leading and being led. Upright in posture and standing strong and firm. Planting one foot in front of the other as I’ve been taught to do from a lad. Maintaining a solid foundation. And just when another step is anticipated, here comes the opposite force, opposing the direction of my stride. And then, there is a shift.
My previous direction can be clear. Pure, blue-water clear. This, Beloveds, does not mean that there won’t be an interruption in how we move- you and me. The next right step may actually be in the opposite direction of what you envisioned or even where you were initially set in motion. You see, for so long, I was one that was mortified if life began to shift direction, leaving me to adjust to new rhythms of normal. Newton had to have misspoken! There was a guarantee, from my perspective, that the enemy was on the prowl and attacking me at every turn. I’d convinced myself that there must be opposite force acting upon me down every trodden path. There seemed to be so much unresolve in each path that I was diverted from, and to be honest, I can’t say that I didn’t contemplate what might await if the force of motion hadn’t redirected me. In my youth, I can recall many of the old folks exclaiming to never question God, but this is where I acknowledged my own relational capacity with The Father. I stopped to inquire. I asked why and how. And for every question I was encouraged not to ask, there was indeed an answer. One that fulfilled every why and made me long to revisit with more questions. And more. More.
As we wait in a posture of patience, answers do come. Most recently, The Father spoke with such a profound visual for me regarding questions that I have about transition and change. He said- Imagine this; A contortionist starts off as an upright individual. Then they bend and shift and move away from what once was. When the twisted mass unravels, they are still the same as before the start. And then the challenge came for me to parallel my life to that of the contortionist. We may be in motion. We may halt abruptly. We may come to a complete stop and then restart. We may feel like malleable balls of clay, bent and stretched and contorted. Maybe we start, in motion, and the works of our hands are reassigned to a task. Maybe, just maybe, over time, that task changes. We are challenged and stretched. Often redesigned as we're repurposed, yet after the final smoothing out, we are still whole and able to stand upright, just as the contortionist. So, remember that one path may lead to another and then another before reaching a finish line. Moving forward even through the shifts. The turns. Dead ends and yield signs. The stops and the pivots. Know and acknowledge that that you’re still in motion. Nothing is opposing you that isn't going to bend you to ultimately make you better. Come to settle your spirit that this is still forward motion.
Let us release and resolve being stuck, feeling that every turn is a wrong turn, and accept that The Father propels us and is with us through it all. Each move is strategic, but not always without opposition and setback and struggle.
Still, Beloveds, remain objects in motion, and know that every end is, indeed, perfect and absolutely necessary. Even the moves creating a different trajectory as we remain in motion...Just imagine if we never embraced the shift...
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