Oh and it's that kind of day. You know the one I mean. The day you sit down at the computer to write with cookie dough and a chai tea. The day you take a picture of the magnets on the fridge that spell "look wild ones for grace each moment" because you know you're gonna need the reminder a gazillion times.
The day you wake to rain, that slow now unfamiliar drizzle that somehow makes you slow down, relax. That makes you just want to curl up on the deck in your down blanket and read the day away.
I feel this new rhythm it's been pushing its cadence forward faintly for a while. A silent shift in the atmosphere. A quiet content kind of change. A stilling. A calming. A quieting. And today I'm ready. I'm ready to open my arms and embrace it.
I walk out my front door, smile at my neighbour who's out having his first smoke of the day. He smiles in return and whispers, "have a good day". And those words follow me like a large announcement, echoing round and round in my head. Those kind morning words from my long-hared smoking neighbour feel like a commissioning. A commissioning like I haven't experienced in years, so different from the ones at the front of the church with hands laid on. A commissioning I can't even seem to define. A commissioning I didn't know was waiting for me.
The common and the sacred collide mingling into a quiet explosion in the early morning air. I can barely breathe in awe of my surprise holy moment. And I'm more sure than ever of that silent shift in the atmosphere today. Of this transformation in my heart. This new chapter. This new season of stillness.
And so...
I rest today. I rest in the refreshing of your rains. I rest in the sureness of your faithfulness. I surrender completely to you, a new level. Yes, I allow you to ground me once again in your steadfast love. Let your presence surround me as your breakdown my walls. I love you, my other, my holy.
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