I’m in a place of…movement…what I used to call…change…that is until…
Bertha…got a hold of me…reminding me that the only way to get where I want to be…is to move…from where I am…
Somehow…I still find the thought of movement to be much less threatening than change…
So…my life is…moving…personally and professionally…the only problem is…I’m not sure where it’s going…or exactly how it’s gonna get there…and that is scary for me…so I tend to hold on to the status quo…
Bertha…in a rare tender moment…reminds me…I don’t have to know where I’m going…I don’t have to know how I’m going to get there…those are Divine details…all I have to do…is put one foot in front of the other…and take the steps that I am being led to take…
She promises me that everything I need will come to me when I need it…and will come from…the strangest places…places I couldn’t plan…because…that’s where miracles come from…
Hmmm…
Jane
