Before I forget, I must make a list of yesterday’s people.
A Board President gave the blessing before the meal at a gathering of grantees. He prayed for us, our work of love and for those who had yet to pass through our doors.
Before his “Amen” he paused as if the Spirit lingered long with Him and he longed to stay in that moment. Just as after his “Amen” his sense of God was so real he audibly acknowledged it, he kind of shook from the presence with an “Oh”.
Laughter with my friend/employee/spiritually wise one all the way to and from the gathering on the crazy construction mess of interstate.
We were safe.
A fellow grantee, selected as the spokesperson for her table and her response to the chosen question over our biggest obstacles in providing help to others. She, one by one listed needs that had been met for her Free Clinic simply by asking straight out and three times maybe four in beautiful oration, she paused and added:
Ask, that your joy may be complete!
Five women, separately but simultaneously because of the day, encouraged my writing after reading “Black Crow Mercies”.
One took the time to send an email, I only skimmed at first and read again before bed seeing the gift more clearly from God for me.
Thank you for who you are. This is not the first time God has used you to soften my heart. I am praying for your book. Just know it will bless.
Love from the camping ground,
She has spoken hope for me, and dare I say, made reality, my writing of a book.
Later, two women I have written guest posts for sent me sweet words, one sharing my words, the other sharing my hopes and her hopes with me. She shared them in a podcast I’d never bothered to listen to.
I messaged her and wrote how her voice calmed me as she talked about peace, how happy I was to finally listen, to hear her sweet tone.
Even later, I went for a run and was exhilarated over how much this challenge of going a little farther has gotten hold of my heart.
Music in my ears, impressing me to continue.
Farther, farther along…
Running from the devil of depression, I allowed my acceptance of my truth.
I ran with new vigorous confidence and commitment towards my growing stronger, towards understanding.
Home, I announce to my son that I went farther. I ran farther this time. I head to the kitchen to finish dinner and it’s healthy, I’m healthy.
I think of a writer named Lisa, remembering I told her I’d guest post again and letting the ball drop on my end.
Then I see her comment from 12 hours before and my name in her post, my words, “Black Crow Mercies” shared for her friends.
I commented how unbelievably timely her sharing, for I felt she’d long forgotten me because of my forgetting her.
Two writers, males, commented as well. One in agreement with my realizations on being different, one affirming I’m “good, okay, different”.
People on my path.
Lord, you never delay too long. Thank you for showing that what I decided to believe once again will in fact be true.
In a little while, I knew I would see.
In a little while, I knew I’d again believe.
Because of mercy, Amen.
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