Good Morning, God!
The sunlight is bright on the water outside our room fronting Bar Harbor. My wonderful husband Kit has gone for a walk to take photos along the history-rich pathway that starts at the hotel. I have had another 10 hour night’s sleep. And I am happy!
Relaxed . . . Peaceful . . . Content.
But so often these feelings come only after a struggle. My struggle came the night we arrived here. After the car had been completely unloaded, my favorite sweater was missing. I had worn this sweater every day — and some nights — on our trip. I had bought it for $5 at a church rummage sale near Dartmouth College two years ago. It was a black cashmere zip-up cardigan — and I loved it.
My mind churned most of the night as I thought back to where I could have left it. Churning is a kind word for what my mind was doing. I was miserable! Self recrimination, regret, grief and anger are only a few of the emotions that were storming around inside me.
Finally, I attempted, God, to offer up the sacrifice of praise to You — praising You for the loss of the sweater. That was so hard! But after several efforts to offer up praise — in between dozing — it came to me that the Sweater had been “recycled” into my hands . . . and perhaps I could allow it to be “recycled” into other hands. By the end of that long, long night I had (mostly) opened my hands to pass on the sweater. And, I had also realized that the sweater represented all sorts of Other Losses in my Life — Past, Present and Pending.
So, here I am, God, right now in a peaceful inner harbor — trusting You — after that night of not trusting. Please help me to remember to Trust You sooner in the next storm!
And, as a lovely postscript — after calling L.L Bean the next morning to check their lost and found — I found my sweater on the floor of the back seat of our car.