I hadn’t been to church since Christmas Eve.  For someone like me that’s a long, long time.  The sun broke through  atop my mountain top to assure me it was safe to venture down the mountain.

I can’t explain it to a non-believer but worship invigorates me.  It makes me feel connected, involved, appreciated, needed, and a contributor to the solution of deep seated problems that surround me.  At my church I’m surrounded by smiles, hugs, and handshakes.  I like that.  I need that.

That fog is gone and has been replaced by cold, windy air that promises to increase.

A friend of mine has shared with me the following:

I’ve made my peace with not knowing.

I rest in the not understood.

I dance my life with no words

and fall to my knees with

gratitude, joy, anguish, hope,

and walk

among my fellow creatures.

To which I add, Amen and Amen