There it is. Just shining down. Stand and bask in it. In those glorious rays. Gaze into the beauty. The sun breaks and is parting the clouds. Breathe in the fresh air…the one right after the rain; the storm. Can you feel it? Smell it?
A land made new.
Maybe you feel a sense of sadness…like mourning. Even amid the beauty. There is the loss of something. Of certainty. You knew how to walk in the valley you just came out of…in fact, you became quite good at it. Now nothing is certain.
Stand like a child on the top of that first crest. Look at the sky. What do you see? Do you see those clouds taking shape? Begin again like a child…full of awe and wonder.
Small steps.
This road is hopefully a long, beautiful walk through a land of renewal and strength. Each step gets a little more sure. Maybe there are still details you need to work out.
That’s ok. Let them be worked out.