Spinning, a lot, and not like a top, either. Not as smooth or picturesque.
Yesterday afternoon as we lay curled together, Beloved said, I wish you weren't doing this kicking and screaming.
I don't think I'm kicking and screaming. But maybe I am, a little.
A fragment of this morning's psalm (37):
3 Trust in the Lord and be doing good; •
dwell in the land and be nourished with truth.
4 Let your delight be in the Lord •
and he will give you your heart’s desire.
5 Commit your way to the Lord and put your trust in him, •
and he will bring it to pass.
6 He will make your righteousness as clear as the light •
and your just dealing as the noonday.
There's lots more, but much of it is about the evildoers getting theirs, and that's not... precisely the way I'd like to be going with this. But I do appreciate hearing, let your delight be in the Lord, and God will give you your heart's desire. Commit your way to Adonai, and your heart's desire will come to pass.
How did you know? I want to ask. How did you know, that's exactly what I need to hear today? That you will bring it to pass. Please. Do.
This song came up on my daughter's shuffle this morning. It's long. Don't feel compelled to watch it. Do what I did. Be making coffee, or stirring your cereal. Don't pay attention. Let it sneak in.