We all seem to have a purpose in life: to be comfortable.  We save for a vacation.  I dress warm in cold weather and make sure all my gloves are in the pockets of all the jackets.  We adjust the car seat and complain when it doesn’t quite meet our needs.

But it seems most of my life these days is discomfort.  Unemployed, disconnected, feeling like an anchor was cut off and I’m floating on rough seas.  I know I’m in a trough of a change, and the ever-moving ocean will not cease tides and waves.  A change will happen, and I’m in the neutral zone with fog on either side of me.

Today I bless the ache of nothingness and bless the unknown that grimaces at me like a snarling jack-o-lantern.  I will lean into Her soft cheek nestled at my neck and rock myself to ease with the lullaby of Her love.