The Best Is Yet To Come, In New Beginnings
Always believe something wonderful is about to happen . . .
Jack Canfield tells a wonderful story of an elderly woman who is meeting with her minister to plan out her future funeral. She tells him all the things that she wants around her – her bible, what she wants to wear, and then she says that she wants a fork. Puzzled the minister asks her why a fork? So she says, “when they have the potlucks at the church you know you are going to have a special desert, when they say to save your fork. The fork is to remind everyone that the best is yet to come.”
And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of new beginnings.
When a friendship or relationship ends, or a loved one dies, it can seem like our broken heart it all that we have left. There can be no happy ending. That is when we need to remember the story of the fork. We need to remember that the best is yet to come. We may not even see a glimmer of what it could be. We may look at the broken pieces of our heart and think that there is no way it can be mended.
When the world says give up, hope whispers try one more time.
But what we are doing is not really mending the heart. It is giving the heart a new beginning. Think of a clear calm lake. No waves, just a perfect surface reflecting all that is around it. Now pick up a stone and throw it as far as you can into the lake. As it hits the surface, it creates a ripple on the surface of the lake. It starts small and expands out to the entire lake. Eventually the ripples expand to the point that the surface of the lake is completely calm again.
Just like the butterfly, I will awaken and emerge a new creation. I will spread my wings, take flight and discover my new world.
– Sheryl Silbaugh
However the lake has been forever changed. It now contains that stone on the bottom of the lake. This lake is our heart. Our heart will never be the same, as it contains both the love and heartbreak that occurred. It can come back into it’s new shape, and look the same, but it has been forever changed. There is always a new beginning. The stone does not define you. Let it go (no I am not singing the frozen song – lol)
A woman’s strength isn’t just about how much she can handle before she breaks. It’s also about how much she must handle after she’s broken.
Don’t confuse the storm currently raging on your path, with your final destination. The storm will play itself out and the sun will come out again. Be strong enough to let that hurt go, and to know that the divine presence is transforming the heart that wants to turn to stone, into a new healthy heart that will open to love again.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.
I think of all of the firsts that happen in a life. Your first step, was because you wanted to get higher and faster. Your first word was because you wanted to communicate. Your first day of school opened up a whole new world for you. Going from grade school to junior high school to high school to college, each step opened a new door as well as closing the door behind you. Your first relationship, your saying “I do” and I will love you forever. Seeing your child for the first time, that beautiful baby that had been making its presence known for months being in your arms for the first time. Each first time, held a new promise, a hope of a dream coming true. Each first was what you chose to make of it, to trust in the magic of a new beginning.
A wise girl knows her limits. A smart girl knows she has none.
So when someone or something breaks your heart, know that eventually the ripples of sorrow, loss and pain will expand out and fade away. A person of strength knows that it is in the journey itself, that we become strong. Our heart may have been forever changed by the loss, but remember the fork – the best is yet to come. The things that we can’t change, change us instead. A new beginning, a new way of seeing things, a new chance to dance.
Lyrics quoted from from “I Hope You Dance”, by Lee An Womack
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin’ might mean takin’ chances but they’re worth takin’,”
Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth makin’,
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin’ out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.