She replied to my comment about the absolute timeliness of her tender tone.
Newly acquainted if acquainted at all through the place where expression is shared called, "Reader".
Ocean all around me.
I wonder her whereabouts and how her thoughts turned towards me
Her words, I wonder.
Several days past, I'm looking for our exchange.
Trying to fathom how she might know.
Did I mention what's become my mantra, my affirmation and motivation?
Maybe I said so, that I'd decided to believe so.
That I was resting on three words?
Last week, the connection continued.
She remembered my upcoming question pending, anxious, worrisome issue.
This writer, this speaker, this person named Julie
Remembered and said she would pray.
God is working.
And because I'd said the same exact thing to my pastor, to a friend and now a decidedly solid statement spoken to myself,
I figured, how could she know, I must've surely left it in my comment.
No, it just happened.
Crazy, I thought, oh my goodness!
I must tell you, I'm not a believer in coincidence.
Not at all.
But, something else, the sweetest most fancy of pretty fanciful words.
You won't find it on the pages of your Bible although it's much like blessing,
Much like miracle, like spiritual, perhaps supernatural.
Yes, serendipity, yes,
an unexpected occurrence in a happy way.
So, tonight I will rest well, because
God is working.
Dare I believe, in serendipitous ways.
In miraculous ways, in unchanging ways.
In mercies that are new every morning
and in the words, I wonder, that one soul holds tight
and another soul
says, yes in agreement?