Falling Into Place

I sit at my kitchen counter, an hour before leaving for the airport to head to Sacred Heart Jesuit Retreat House.  So many details are falling into place.  I was able to finish all of the outstanding projects I had on my to-do list for Manoa Valley Church, for our homeowners' association, and personally at those.

And I trust that the details of my connections from Denver to Sedalia, to Sacred Heart will fall into place as well.  I am not worried about getting there.  My worries are about doing this retreat well. This is a once-in-a-life opportunity and I don't want to mess it up.  Fasting from email, text messages, checking my phone will prove challenging.  I will miss the possibility of talking to Rod, my sisters, and the kids and grandkids.  I want to know what is going on in their lives - perhaps not just for love's sake, but also as if my knowing and being easily accessible can keep all of us safe.

And so I am falling into the hands of God, who is the one who can do all things.

I am falling (Jesus, help me to do so) into a time and place for trust, without all the props that I rely on.   So help me, God!

Excited, anxious, longing.

Anne