Dwell

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.

Possibilities.

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.

Yet again.

Lord, I’m tired.

But I’ll get there.

Wherever it is that I am going.

I’m ready.

Rachel

xo