I’ve been a little distracted because I have been dwelling in possibilities.
Dwelling in them.
It’s as if possibilities are my home right now, providing the roof over my head and the floor under my feet.
I am not dwelling, take note, in guarantees.
It’s all unknown territory.
Which is not entirely comfortable for me.
Though certainly a little exciting.
But faced with such an enticing possibility, how could I leave the garden unexplored?
I am most certainly not going to run in the other direction.
I will push the door open. At first, just a crack.
But then. Then I will swing it wide.
I am preparing myself to change.
Lord, I’m tired.
But I’ll get there.
Wherever it is that I am going.