Getting Accustomed
I remember when we moved in together.
As much as we loved each other,
it took time for us to get accustomed to living together.
Life is filled with seasons
of getting accustomed to
people,
places, and
situations.
Like those moments
you walk into a dark room
and your eyes get accustomed to
the darkness and then you begin to see
the beauty and surroundings
you could not see before.
It is in these moments that I see
God in the darkness and the treasures
I have not yet begun to see.
Sometimes we have to get accustomed
just so we can survive.
I grieve as I watch my son
get accustomed to being in jail.
In this darkness,
I find myself becoming accustomed
to being the mother of a child
I no longer know or recognize.
I am becoming accustomed to
the arms of the Ultimate
who comforts me as I grieve and
seek how to keep us all able to see
the light in the darkness of
the jail system.
The one who encourages me to
get accustomed to modeling love and beauty
in the midst of my son’s darkness
and never becoming it,
but getting accustomed to being,
to always being,
the light in the darkness
and at the same time giving thanks
for all the harsh realities
I have never had to
get accustomed to myself.
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