Even with the small things, like this, sometimes it takes preaching them to ourselves to believe they are true. It is true– it is a good morning. Rose before 6:00, early enough to spend time in His presence with tea and candlelight. My foray into housecleaning made my living room feel just a touch more peaceful, even though the difference would scarcely be noticeable to anyone else. I know.
That's the way of subtle things. Occasionally I may be oblivious (and monstrously so), but usually, somewhere, I know. I feel the little shifts, notice the small things, pick up on the hidden agendas and hear the unspoken. Something in me catches them, processes them, assigns them meaning and value, identifies the critical points and assesses the possibilities, probabilities, benefits, and costs. Insight and foresight are on a continuum, really.
That changes little when it comes to walking it out. No matter what a man may see, know, or understand, he still has to walk, and in that he is no different from any other man.
The rain and wind have been a comfort these past twelve hours or so. I hear them and they know my name.
Thankfully, by His grace, I do not walk alone.
I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you. Before long, this world will not see Me anymore, but you will see Me. Because I live, you also will live. On that day you will realize that I am in My Father, and you are in Me, and I am in you.
–Jesus (John 14:18-20)