My February miracle

Tuesday night when I sat in the chair on the stand, I looked out at the chapel full of girls. Then I closed my eyes as the opening hymn started.

It was the first chance I'd had all day to stop and breathe.
I felt entirely too empty to do anything on my own.

"Heavenly Father," I said.
"Please use me tonight. Let me know I'm right where I'm supposed to be."

And then...
For an hour, I had no thoughts but the thoughts He wanted me to have.
I felt free.
I felt strong.
I felt loved.

I said things I couldn't have said even six weeks ago.
Not profound things...but truths in ways I couldn't have said them...
because I didn't know.
Not in that way anyway.

And I knew I was right where I was supposed to be.

It was a Tender Mercy to the umpteenth degree.
And I knew what a miracle it was.

I knew it.

And then this morning, when I prayed, I asked Him to help me process one more thing. And then, right before I left the office, someone who maybe at one time might have walked me through a period in my life when I needed some help, walked into my office, completely unannounced and unscheduled, and said, "Talk to me."

And I did.
And we did.

And, it was another Tender Mercy to the 2nd umpteenth degree.
And a miracle.

And while I think I'm still going to have a low-key day next week (maybe evidence that I'm growing up a little?), I know there's much to celebrate.

And I'm feeling so very grateful.

God really does give us just what we need
right when we need it.
And I can say He's been doing that every day for the past year.

I'm so okay.

And that's what we call a February miracle.
MY February miracle.

(I am so tired...long week...but in many ways and for many reasons, I'm grateful to be getting back to this. The timing is good...and "hope" means something a little different to me now.)

Happy February.
xoxo