The Courage to Alight and Begin Again

 

As rightly said by C.S. Lewis in The Case for Christianity:

“We all want progress. But progress means getting nearer to the place you want to be. And if you have taken a wrong turn, then going forward does not get you any nearer. If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road…”

This quote resonated with me.

Because progress isn’t just about moving forward; it’s about moving in the right direction. And sometimes, that means stopping. Turning around. Alighting from the wrong path to retrace your steps toward healing, wholeness, and truth.

So today, I choose to alight.

I alight from wrong decisions.
 I alight from abusive relationships.
 I alight from messy thoughts.
 I alight from people-pleasing.
 I alight from timidity.
 I alight from shyness.
 I alight from anything that belittles me.
 I alight from regrets, from my past.
 I alight from unforgiveness.
 I alight from hatred.
 I alight from guilt.
 I alight from low self-esteem.

I alight from fear:
 Fear of failure,
 Fear of the unknown,
 Fear of tomorrow,
 Fear of the future,
 Fear of the what ifs,
 Fear of the hows and whens.

I alight from everything that causes me panic.
 I alight from doubt.
 I alight from grief.
 I alight from heartbreaks, trauma, and distractions.
 I alight from poor choices, loss, and bitterness.
 I alight from abuse; mental, emotional, spiritual.
 I alight from every form of negative energy.

And now, I turn back.

I retrace my steps:
 Into sanity.
 Into boldness.
 Into courage.
 Into confidence.
 Into abundance.
 Into awareness.
 Into greatness.
 Into forgiveness.
 Into love.
 Into peace.
 Into self-acceptance.
 Into truth.
 Into joy.
 Into positivity.

I enter into my rest.
 And into every good thing that God has prepared for me.

This is not a retreat. It is redirection.
 And it is progress.

✍The Expression

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