214 The Fast-Forward Button
On Learning to See the Answered Prayer You’re Already Standing In
It is Monday morning, ten o’clock. The sun is a warm palm on my shoulder. A soft breeze, the kind that feels like a gift and not weather, moves through the oaks. Birds stitch their songs into the quiet. My dog, Wiggles, trots ahead, his leash loose in my hand. My breath is easy. My mind is clear. There is a peace here so profound it feels like a solid t…
