Trust. Trusting fear. How would that work? The idea of a major change–another one this year of major changes–makes my heart jumpy. Fear starts whining and the scared kid inside pouts and stamps her foot that she “DOESN’T WANT TO DO ANYTHING!” How to be openhearted to that?
Like a grandmother–kindhearted. Like walking on ice. Gently settling in a hottub. Balancing between the blazing warmth of desert sun and settling back in the cool shadow. Back and forth perhaps. Stretching the heart like taffy or kneading it like bread.
Time to get to know a new part of me. The part that looms ahead, that saddens and terrifies me–major change.
I lean into Your Presence. The palm leaves wave gently like the folds of your gown. The brightest sun is a thimble glimmer of your warmth. The cool tile reminds me of Your soothing touch. I lean, I lean, I lean into Your grace.