Healing Space by Susan L.

It's been tough going, doing my blog this week. Every morning has been an exercise in patience as I sit with my coffee and wait for Inspiration to speak to me. There's been a lot of halfhearted, random scribblings not worth sharing: the weather, the garden, the cat. I've been reluctant to delve into matters of the heart because there's a huge part of me that has needed to play; to celebrate the work the Lord did in my soul and spirit last weekend. (Was it only last weekend?!) It takes time for new understandings to settle in to every fibre of my being. Being outside in the sun brings even more healing. The shadows vanish as I get dirty, enjoy the birdsong and relishing the feel of warm earth between my toes. All followed by a long, hot shower where I watch the dirt disappear down the drain. This playtime is healing, too. Watching butterflies and bees drink at the flowers stirs up simple, childish delight. God's timing is impeccable. Every night the fireflies have been out so I stand outside in my pajamas and delight in them, too. These little things breathe joy into my soul. "I sought the Lord, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears." PS 34:4