I'm going through some changes in my life and they're no going as smoothly as I'd thought they would. I'd always imagined my life a being a beautiful strip of embroidery, with gorgeous colors and patterns flowing into each other. But it seems that the better analogy is to a piece of macrame - knotted, twisted, with holes and the occasional shiny bead woven into the pattern.After she spoke, I knew why I'd stayed home and been able to attend Meeting. My scattered, twisted thoughts heard the shiny bead of her message... it truly spoke to my condition.
Instead of going on my planned trip to Philadelphia this weekend, I stayed home - one thing changed, and it seemed better to change all my plans. And now it's clear why that felt like the right decision to make... Today, during Meeting, a Friend stood up with the following message (which I will try to repeat verbatim):