Life is a Novel where the last page is ripped out....

I love music. I believe that it can be so soothing, and sometimes something that we can relate too so very much. I even believe from time to time that the artist who wrote the words to some songs was hiding in my pocket and stealing them from my very own life. Have you ever had that song come on and you think to yourself oh my were you here with me last week or were you hiding in my life last year when that happened?

If your answer is no, then I guess my friends are truly right about me and I listen to the words of my music much like a novel that I am reading. I believe that when the artists sit down and write these words for us to sing along to; that they are just finding a way to release their stories much like I do here with all of you.

There are some that I play over and over again to help me when I'm down or to remind me of where I've been or even just how far I've come. Like today when I listened to Kelly Clarkston explain the importance of our tears and why we must let them just stream down our cheeks when life has been to much for us. Maybe no one told you there was strength in your tears. and I thought of the many times the world has looked at our beautiful tears as a sign of weakness. And so you fight to keep from pouring out, but what if you unlocked the gate that keeps your secrets sound do you think that there's enough that you might drown? No one can tell you where you alone must go; there's no telling what you'll find there....and I remember again that that's the reason we are afraid to move on, go forward and trust the people that surround us because we want to know what's at the end of the road before we've even gone half way down it.

So, after hearing those words and drying the tears that I've decided are something that now shows our strengths and not our weakness's I smiled a sigh of relief. And if we are perfectly honest with ourselves doesn't it just feel great to have a good cry every now and then; don't we sometimes feel so much lighter afterwards that we swear we lost some of our Easter chocolates that we overindulged in, in those salty tears? I say we embrace them, let them flow and then smile and let it all go. As I thought these words to myself I heard a song come on that I'd not yet heard and once again I heard some words that reassured me that another has thought much the same as I. Rascal Flatts singing about life being much like a novel. He sang those beautiful words of life being that of a beautiful novel but then at the end the words he sang made the most sense of all. Life is a novel where the last page is ripped out.

With this my friends, I only came to one conclusion. We will never be able to read that last page, because it's not there but ripped out instead. Life is not a road that we can clearly see the end to in sight. It is a road that we must travel despite the bumps and the floods and the storms that stall us along the way. It is a road with a rainbow completely across it sometimes that makes us just want to dance; but in the split of a second that rainbow can change to a bridge that we just can't seem to get over because of the water that stands in front of it. The only thing we can do is swim for as long as we can my friends and wait for the sun to come back out. The good news though, is that if we keep swimming and don't let ourselves sink; we will be able to walk on dry land again soon....and once we're walking easy again...we might even get to run from time to time...