Friday in the Third Week of Lent
God’s angels shall bear you in their hands,
lest you dash your foot against a stone.
Psalm 91:13
Some days the calm and content settle into my lap without any effort on my part to seek them out or make them be. Pure gift.
On days like these I am aware of joy welling up in my soul as if from a deep spring. I feel close to God, as if we are taking a walk together, enjoying one another’s conversation and company.
Midway through the Lenten wilderness, I drink deeply from this oasis, resting in the hands of holy angels, astonished that this is the place I find myself.
