Personal Narrative: My Search For Meaning

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In my search for meaning and purpose, I stumbled upon a truth – the search is more about the journey than the destination. A knowing began to simmer …we don’t choose our wounds of the flesh; rather freedom comes in knowing that we have a choice in how we respond to that suffering. What I believe today is my suffering is no less, or no more than another’s, it is just a matter of perspective. In the throes of the pain of living life on life’s terms, it often seems that I am alone, but my heart informs me otherwise. In the darkness, after wallowing around angrily licking my wounded pride, I begin to cry out to God in desperation. After a period of darkness, the degree of yearning resonates gently like the ripples on a pond, beckoning my heart

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