Who Knows?

I'm starting here:

Praise be to the Lord God, the God of Israel, who alone does marvelous deeds. Praise be to his glorious name forever; may the whole earth be filled with his glory. Amen and Amen. (Psalm 72:18-19).

He is good.

His love endures forever.

(2Chron.5).

Shhh.

Don't move. Don't think. Listen. Feel.

What do you hear? What can you feel?

I hear some type of heavy equipment off in the distance droning on and on, clanging, banging, moving, wrecking. I hear kids playing outside, purely delighted with today. A breeze is blowing, the trees are swaying, and the movement of the cool air tenderly alights on my right shoulder.

Wind. Leaves. Children. Far-away heavy equipment. An intermittent chain saw. A car driving down my street, all melody, all right now, all bringing me right here.

Praise be to the Lord.

He is good.

The wind blows and my white sheer curtains dance their willowy, wispy dance in response. The equipment drones on and on and I sit. Silent. Still.

Praise be to his glorious name.

His love endures forever.

The noise quiets me, it's opening a door, pushing aside all the clutter I create to accomplish all the things I do. I'm making room, creating space for the most real, the most true parts I keep behind the door. I want truth, to sit with it, to listen, to simply be here surrounded by the noise and the feels.

An open door.

What would walk through? Maybe a better question is who. Who would walk through? Would it be the tender me who hurts easily? The fragile me who only wants for all of her precious ones to be forever safe and sound? The wide-eyed me who still hopes for good and lovely things? The precious me who simply longs to be held, cuddled, and adored?

Who would it be?

Honestly all I want is for someone to come through the door, anyone. One true thing to gently put her arm around me and tell me she's still here. She's still here despite life and it's insane pace. Despite the hurts and disappointments, the anger and resentments, and the facades I create to protect myself from all of life, she is still here.

She's here. She's alive and maybe, for just a moment, with the wind moving through the trees, the drone of the heavy equipment, the delight of children playing outside, she's sitting with me and what do we know is true? Who knows? Perhaps it's simply that we're actually going to be just fine.

May the whole earth be filled with his glory.

Amen and Amen.