It was like I’d been expecting a warm cookie and been given a worm. I did the best I could in the moment to sort of pass off the worm and not flinch. Things smoothed over. Eventually there was a hug. But I was left jarred, perplexed, distrustful.
The worm has lingered, like a shadow.
I see that I’ve been jerked out of denial and into unpleasant realities. There are worms, and I guess they are necessary. It is a process of living, I know, and tell myself. But I’m still jarred, perplexed, distrustful, as much of myself and choices of the past as anyone. Wondering at choices for my life from here.
Then came to this in my inbox:
Hope and patience are two sovereign remedies for all, the surest reposal, the sofest cushions to lean on in adversity. ~Robert Burton
Well, she said. Help is always provided. The worm is gone.
Starting Monday out right…
Dear God, thank you for this brand new day. I don’t know what’s going to happen today, but I walk on, knowing that I am cared for and guided, and no matter what it looks like, I have all the love and wisdom that I need to deal with any person or situation. What others think of me does not affect me. I live my own life well. I am filled with hope and patience, and gratitude for every good thing. Thank you! Amen. So it is.