Wednesday, February 8, 2012

I'm up in the air



I am literally up in the air - somewhere between the west coast and Chicago. And I am metaphorically up in the air, too - wondering why I'm going where I'm going, what will happen while I'm there. Vacillating between anticipation, skepticism as to my motives, and some trepidation . . .

But mostly I am up in the air because anticipation is winning the war. My spirit is buoyant and hopeful. This is a young sort of feeling - and young feels very good. I am happy because I know there are people awaiting my arrival who love me and want me to be there. I am happy because anticipation means adventure.

I think about the song we used to sing in the prayer group: He gives marvelous comrades to me: the faithful who dwell in his land!  (Click on it - it's the song my heart is singing!)


And then because my thoughts are bouncing around in the ether, I think of a line that has lived in my head since I memorized it at the age of six: Surely goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life - and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.  Somewhere over the years the verb tense morphed from future to past . . . because this has been the truth of my life - he has given marvelous comrades to me. His goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life.

So, I think: It's OK to be up in the air - and to trust the current to carry
 you where you are meant to be.




3 comments:

Marla H. Thurman said...

'til the end of my days, oh lord....

i remember the song well.

i am glad for your youthful anticipation.

Watson said...

Fly high Marsha! :-)
Love to Julie and Max when you see them.

Marsha B West said...

My friend Audra is crossblogging - see her comments on MY blog on HER blog: http://theawkwardcatholic.blogspot.com/