today i choose not to dwell in fear but to recognise hunger, a longing persistent to be drawn into the presence of Other. to One who i know is there each time i stare at endless sea or vast and starry sky.
and to remember that all that i lack, and all that i need is furnished already, too.
like hagar in the wilderness at her very end, whose eyes were then opened to the well, to the water, the provision vital lavishly placed around, that she simply could not see.
and God, in his loving, gentle essence his heart for all creation, does not berate, yell out or scream, “how could you still not trust?” no, when i come at last, he smiles and opens my eyes to see.
this is the way it often is with holy, tender things. the posture of coming, of longing desperate, when a weary, soulful heart surrendered, is welcomed into peace.
Heather Pound 