Revelations come in their own time. No manipulating or preparing for them like one prepares for a dinner party. You open your eyes and they just happen. One never knows from where, they just appear. Looking into the red and white shapes of a burning log or yellow leaves spinning toward the ground from a cottonwood tree in fall they are everywhere. This week I have learned to listen more. Take the signs around me when revelations are present and recognize them. To be unafraid to walk on the giddy ground of faith. Just when I thought I was without hope, without a way to express the need inside of me something intangible, something unnameable someone unexpected appeared and divinely gave it a name. Someone touched me out of a crystal blue sky and said well done. Said simply I am proud of you
