Arriving at The Fountain

AFTER WORK ONE DAY, I was drawn to the window to check my herbs. Touching the dirt to check for needed moisture, and fondling the leaves for a scent. A lovely friend had just surprised me with a basket of food and herbs on a “down day”—right on time, lifting my spirits. The night prior, I was too tired for my bible study homework (hooeeem-wooork, said in a low childish moan). I looked at the late hour and encouraged myself—just read one page at least. This stood out:

 

“God who knows where we are

is the God who can touch people anywhere,

and cause them to know where we are, and what we need”.

 

While I was sniffing the basil leaves, I remembered they liked full sun—it hit me perhaps I should get some too. I had become secluded after a long winter and rainy spring—I really needed to get out. I walked along the main apartment corridor. I peaked in at the free yoga class being held for tenants—perhaps it would encourage me to come home and suit up for class someday, a healthy alternative to my usual routine. Peering in, I saw two people resting on their mats ready for class. Ah, that looks inviting, perhaps I’ll make it there, another day.

 

I crossed the street drawn over to the fountain, surrounded by five benches in a circle. During my last week’s bible lesson I was “supposed” to take a 30-minute—brace yourself—“walk with God” and pray and just “see what happens”. I had put it off—perhaps I should do it now, but “sit with God”. The instructions mentioned going to a park, or something like that—and this was just a stones throw from my front door, easy! I liked “easy” these days, and this couldn’t be any easier. Perhaps I would just sit here, and pray, and see what happened.