Yesterday, I was thrilled to wake to a blustery, sunny (note emphasis on sunny) day at the beach. I knew it was still windy and that we’d be driving back to Seattle but I wasn’t going to miss a walk to the ocean. There I found as much driftwood high in the grass as I’ve ever seen reminding me of the storms we’d weathered overnight. It was glorious.
Today, I woke later than I’d hoped and rushed to Morning Prayer. I wondered how we’d make the ferry, a firm deadline in our plans for the day. Then I breathed along with my prayer-mates and remembered the coastline, littered and blazing in the sunshine. Ah, the promise of peace that a good metaphor affords. I gave the timing to God.
Now, here I am in my prayer chair, after getting the soup and cornbread made and letting the photo and idea surface for this post. As we said together this morning, I bend the knee of my heart in thanksgiving.
Always Bridging 