Life begins
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before conception, when a Holy Trinity love each other very much and want to invite you to the party.
Life begins
with the sight of a baby in a sling being sung to by her father.
Life begins
in some fields near Cheltenham where you can find a little patch of home.
Life begins
with music and dancing and celebration.
Life begins
when people put past cares behind them and grasp a clean slate.
Life begins
when for the first time in months when you hear
“you give and take away”
you can at last sing
“my heart will choose to say, Lord blessed be your name”
and mean it.
Life begins
with new connections and old recollections with cups of ale and gales of laughter.
Life begins
when you let go of the day-to-day drudgery,
cry yourself silly in the arms of a friend,
before laughing yourself happy in the arms of Jesus.
Life begins
when you find yourself not doing what you might have expected
and instead tagging along on a whim with fellow travellers for an unscripted adventure
and are extremely glad that you did.
Life begins
when something else has ended or died, often, like a phoenix from its ashes.
Life begins
when you recognise you only have a finite length of time at your disposal,
so many opportunities and choices all the time
but this isn’t so that you sit paralysed in indecision
it’s so you relish in the richness of it all and try and squeeze the best out of it
whilst still making time for the ordinary-yet-potentially-hallowed times
of unplanned nothing-muchness.
Life begins
when you acknowledge and accept that pain and doubt and uncertainty and all manner of darkness
may not be ignored or wished away
and that even without it always lessening
you can live through & with it.
Life begins
with a dawning hope that all will be well one day, somehow
and everything until then is just the journey.
Life begins
with glorious, terrifying freedom.
Life begins
now

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