The symphony of cicadas, crickets, and frogs rose and reminded me I was not alone. The clouds parted, and the moon illuminated the grass where I stood and bathed my whole body. I moved so that my face was shadowed, so I could see the moon without being blinded, and breathed deeply of the warm night air. Then, stepping back into the light, I closed my eyes, arms lifted out beside me, palms open.
“God, help me trust you.”
It’s going to be okay, is what I heard.
Journal entry: 8/25/07
The moon tells me not to worry.
Her light reflects the love of God.
She knows I am a child of God,
And a child of the Earth
I am richly blessed.
(The above is an excerpt from Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again.)