A grey day at the glorious Monte Cecilia Park
I'm wearing my Eeyore socks today. It's a private sign to myself that perhaps all is not quite right, and that that's okay. I can acknowledge it in the privacy of my boots.
Yesterday went well, eating-wise and keeping-to-the-letter-of-the-law wise. I did find myself sitting in bed at night, contemplating the nature of "success," but that's to be expected, I guess. Who can say what success is after just one day?
This morning, as I walked through a persistently grey park, I found myself enjoying the day's Lectio reflection, and felt immersed in God's story. Simultaneously, I was worried about the feeling that often comes mere moments after the track stops, the sense that as palpable as God's nearness was for those ten minutes, I've now been abandoned for the rest of the day. "You're on your own, kid," says God, à la Taylor Swift.
I know this isn't true. So as I walked back over the little hill that brings me to my house, I asked: please, let me feel your nearness today. Let me sense your presence. I'll report back tomorrow.
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