a calm continues...

I wake this morning to stark bare branches against a blue sky.

I feel calm. I grow aware that part of me must have been waiting to see if I would go through some sort of emotional hangover, that perhaps my decision to enter discernment was born of an over-excited condition caused by stress...

Picture a disheveled Jonah on the beach, checking himself over as the whale disappears over the horizon...

But all I am feeling right now is a calmness. I am wondering how the Board meeting went last night and how long it will be before a committee will be set. I rewrote my letter to remove the line about privacy--I didn't want the hoopla that attended my husband's announcement--no hallelujah jazz hands, please--but the reactions of others to my relationship with God is out of my hands.

My calm comes from the sense of 'rightness', that things are in 'right relationship'. This Jonah is, at least, on the right beach.

And my brother has a job offer.