When your day starts with questioning
you move forward with uncertainty.
Then you do the new thing you said you would.
You stretch your mind, your limbs, your lungs, breathing deeply and with intention…in a room filled with strangers.
And you join them in murmurs of “Namaste”, but, you’re thinking, ” Selah…It is well.”
Because the prayer you prayed when instructed to breathe, to release the heavy load you’re holding
was “Believe, believe, believe…”
You decide to believe and the late morning brings warmth in the voice of a friend.
Soft, slow, southern and sensual…she said, “Oh, Lisa…I’ve just read your letter…I’d love to see you.”
Her voice, slow like slight breeze in an open field, drawn out, long pauses in between.
Later, thinking of the day, I left the usual route.
Decided to walk through high grass and turned to notice the sway of tree, the glimmer of leaves.
Beauty catching my eye, settled.
The sunlight decisive in it’s place of setting shadows.
It is well. Believe.
Blessed is she who believed that there would be fulfillment of what was spoken to her from the Lord. Luke 1:45