My heart is beating in the peace of God.

Surrounding me is all the life that God created in His Love. It calls to me in every heartbeat and in every breath; in every action and in every thought. Peace fills my heart, and floods my body with the purpose of forgiveness. Now my mind is healed, and all I need to save the world is given me. Each heartbeat brings me peace; each breath infuses me with strength. I am a messenger of God, directed by His Voice, sustained by Him in love, and held forever quiet and at peace within his loving arms. Each heartbeat calls his Name, and everyone is answered by His Voice, assuring me I am at home with Him.

Let me attend Your Answer, not my own. Father, my heart is beating in the peace the Heart of Love created. It is there and only there tat I can be at home.

There are days when it feels like I am the lesson personified, and this was one of them. It is a feeling that’s hard to describe, one where I felt at one with the leave on the tree outside my window, and with the raindrops that splashed and pummelled them throughout the day. I was the wind that lead them in a sombre dance, the sun that struggled, briefly,  to engage them in a waltz.

I was the knowing white feather, a gift from a generous bird that swayed and slowly spun its blessings to a soft landing on a hard pavement. I was the song, released from the starling that hovered on the sofit.

I was the artist, committing to Walking in This World with Julia Cameron, preparing to uncover and release the words that God wants me to write.