Saturday, November 5, 2016

A Walk Down Memory Lane...and I just happen to see Drops Like Stars

Last year was not the greatest.  Emotionally, I felt like I had been pummeled to the ground. 

My dear friend Sue suggested we read a book together called Drops Like Stars. 

Now I had been listening to Rob on his weekly podcasts...yet it’s called robcasts.  Funny, quirky, catchy. Love it!

This was of course recommended by this same friend.  

Listening to his robcast gave me the language for my wounded heart.   

I listened to every single one that touched on suffering.  Because that’s in fact on how I felt, like I was suffering, grieving, losing, and all the above.  

After agreeing to read Drops Like Stars, we decided to read a chapter at a time and share truths that touched us personally.  

Once I began it was like an insatiable thirst that could not be quenched.  

I simply couldn’t put it down.  

The solace I felt as I read each word touched my soul.  It felt as if my pain was being validated with every line.  

Now the preface of the book lets the reader know that sometimes in life things don’t always go the way we planned.  

Hence my life in a nutshell.  

We don’t always get the Hollywood ending.  Tragedies happen.  We make poor choices or maybe someone else in our lives has made a poor choice that impacts us.  

Impacts us greatly.  

THIS is what jumped off the pages…   

“Some things never get resolved.”  

That was it.  

That was the hook for me.  

Life doesn’t always pan out like we planned.  

How freaking validating is that?!!  ;) 

Well at least for me, it was. 

And someone else understood the deep agony my heart felt…no matter how that ache got there.   

Drops Like Stars speaks to ANYONE who has had a twinge of pain in their lives.  

There’s a commonality in experiencing life’s frailties.  

Rob shares this MIND BLOWING truth…I can hardly stand it, it’s so great!  

He says, “Now it’s absolutely necessary for us to own and name and claim and make amends for our failures and mistakes and sins and wrongs where others are concerned.

But to STOP there is tragic.

It isn’t just a failure, 
a mistake, 
a sin, 
a wrong…

It’s also an opportunity to grow, 

Isn't that magical?!?!

Because see this book isn’t just about suffering, loss, or failure but it’s about taking that pain and re-using it…kinda like cow patties.  

*Gosh seems like such an OFFENSIVE image but I like it.

I like it cause it fits.  When we fall or screw-up or make a huge mess of things, that’s how you feel, like a big pile of shisky.  My nice, made-up word for…well you know.  

But the ONLY way we get manure, the stinky stuff that makes gardens grow into lush, healthy, plentiful, producing gardens, is what’s originally considered as waste.


God wastes nothing.

All that you’ve done, they’ve done, whoever has done to cause this suffering in your life, it may not seem like it now, but He’s gonna turn it into something good.

Something beautiful. 

‘Cause it’s deep in you now.  It’s apart of your DNA.  

You see a little clearer because of it.  You value the little things because of it.  You’re softer because of it. 

You are the ground that’s been toiled and broken and I can’t wait to see the beauty that springs forth.

AGH! I wish you could just know what I’ve read already because it’s beautiful and raw and authentic and it gives hope…not to sound cliche', but hope for a brighter tomorrow.  

I wanna leave you with this one last quote from the book.

“So in the end every major disaster, every tiny error, every wrong turning, every fragment of discarded clay, all the blood, sweat and tears-everything has meaning.  I give it meaning.  I reuse, reshape, recast all that goes wrong so that in the end nothing is wasted and nothing is without significance and nothing ceases to be precious to me.”

This is good news for those of us feel like our lives are a swirly churly mess.  

It’s been nearly a year since I originally read this book. This side of it, my life, I can see little buds starting to grow.  

But I couldn’t have gotten here without you. 

You came along side of me and said, “Me too.”

So no matter where you are at in this journey, remember this... 

you are not alone.  

Love and Peace,

Julie Dixon