Shimmers

Speaking of a new president, and a new year, and a new puppy, and a new friend (Woohoo!  A new friend), let’s speak of other kinds of new.  I see new on this walk.  Among the gravel, shimmers of possibility catch my eye.  New like this…

The nightstand tissue box moved to the bathroom.

Books on topics besides Heaven cracked open.

Real food cooked a real meal.

A travel opportunity might hop on the calendar.

Home is home.

Church found her in a seat, by herself.

The stalled garbage disposal didn’t panic her.

A party kept her for 2 whole hours.

A difficult appointment made it on the schedule.

A potential online class intercepts her thoughts.

 

Maybe not entirely new, but entirely possible.  When gravel reflects the Son, a shimmer causes pause and wonder: is this new?  Is it for real and to stay?  Is new healing my heart?  Does my heart want healing?

I think so.  I’m willing to give new space and try more new.  I’m catching shimmer.  New shimmer.  Shimmers of possibility.