This world of ours, and all that transpires here, is a school for our spiritual education. Like any institution of higher learning, it has teachers, lessons, and many levels of learning; all serve to make possible the revelation and eventual realization of a timeless love that both creates and maintains the cosmos themselves.
Our heartaches -- whatever their nature -- are heralds of this higher order of love; they bring a celestial invitation to realize a level of ourselves that cannot be diminished by any loss.
In any and all unwanted moments, life asks of us a single question: Are we ready to see that our pain isn't because something has changed, as it obviously had to do, but rather we suffer because of a part of us that desperately fears change? As challenging as it may be, we must acknowledge this revelation if we wish to realize the lesson it brings. Only then can we take the true action for which this new understanding calls: we must let go of any part of us that clings to its pain as proof of its love.
How can we be sure that letting go can help us outgrow our suffering, let alone learn to welcome those unwanted moments that seem to deliver us into its dark hands?
Our own experiences have proven, time and time again, that the lessons we need in order to transcend our present level of understanding ride in on the back of events. Yet, in the midst of all these individual revelations lies hidden a single lesson greater than all of them combined: any truth that we come to see about ourselves is -- and always has been -- a part of our consciousness. Experience proves this divine discovery.
Whenever we finally learn the lesson in some moment -- see the truth of it -- the feeling is more like we've suddenly remembered something, than one of having stumbled upon something formerly unknown to us. These moments of illumination are like running into a long lost friend and, in a way, that's what they are; the remembrance of any timeless truth reunites us with our immortal Self. And, to the point, that we are led to these moments by a loving Intelligence that waits within us, to show us that we have never been alone...and never will be.
This means that our life lessons appear as they do, when they do, to serve a beautiful single purpose: to release us from the painful illusion that when something we love comes to an end, love itself comes to an end, as well.
The indwelling love of the Divine never dies; it only assumes new ways to teach us this truth so that we may share in its ceaseless rebirth...within us.
Once our inner eyes are open, and we can read the story "between the lines" secreted away in our suffering, we're able to see one spiritual wonder after another. We realize that real love can't hurt us anymore than the light from a lamp can turn a room dark. We understand without taking thought that nature of light is to reveal, not conceal. It's clear: love heals; its celestial purpose is to integrate all that it embraces, and all that choose to embrace it.