Truth

When the lungs miraculously meet at a critical exchange point....where the lethal carbon dioxide is exchanged for life sustaining oxygen...a chemical attachment is formed between a structure called a heme. Not until oxygen attaches, can we call it the all too familiar hemoglobin. This is what gives blood it's brilliant color...and in turn gives every centimeter of our bodies shades of life. The heme molecule has a strong affinity towards oxygen, it will take it above so many other substances that we breath in.  Though, sadly, there are substances that the heme will have a higher affinity for, and those chemicals, such as carbon monoxide will win its fight over oxygen and rob our beautiful bodies of healthy shades of life. 

Sometimes, we feel like we are being robbed of life!

It's funny how everything around you seems to move forward, on, and upward. I have some friends who struggle...who open up with their struggles...and by golly gosh, I've been there. I personally play a nonpity party in that statement, though I ache for others who have been, or are, there.  I have been to the depths of utter despair in most areas of my life. What have I learned?  That the girl and boy next door may be experiencing very similar things. It is hard to have your entire life fall apart, but sometimes necessary...in order to be humbled to see true happiness.  Still...life is really, in the end, hard. You may feel dull and ordinary...and even with all your effort, kinda ridiculous and unattractive.  It almost feels that the beautiful colorful world around you moves forward, while your lifeless shades stay put.  (A feeling all too familiar when we lost our son). 

I like to remember that even when the world around me or you is full of color and life, the world of my mind is kinda sad and confused, weary and lost. When I look at another who is vibrant with color, I recall that there is still a small part of them which may be lonely and confused as well. And that's okay.  It is my philosophy that it is okay to be honest and allow your pain to be seen... Grace is a beautiful thing as well, but I have seen many graceful women with tears in their eyes.  Those tears...are full of color and life, the color that gives meaning to life. And still...we move forward, up, and on!