Promise of a Coming Day

A stanza from “Southern Cross” by Crosby, Stills, and Nash:

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
You understand now why you came this way,
‘Cause the truth you might be runnin’ from is so small,
But it’s as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.

Reminds me of something my spiritual director says. Your greatest wound is your greatest gift. (Or the inverse works too, your greatest gift is your greatest wound.) To run from your wounds is to run from a gift. It is only in our wounds, in our brokenness, can God transform us, heal us, save us. And that’s bigger than the promise of a coming day.

Father, I know with Your grace that I have chosen to face some of my wounds. I have also chosen to run from others. Help me stop running, to stop resisting. Help me to stop choosing to follow my external and internal distractions so that I may face these wounds, so that I may face You. Help me to accept the promise of the coming day, to accept Your promise.