October 17, 2008

• Today is pure, euphoric autumn.
  The temperature won't dare reach sixty - being rebellious, it hovers just beneath at fifty-nine. The bright blue sky is full of giant, gray-white clouds, vying for my attention. I was dying for any excuse to wear my new ivory, cable-knit scarf and I did - it hung low, the fringe brushing my giddy knees. In my car, the chill was palpable with the windows eccentrically rolled all the way down. The Fire Theft sang "Heaven" as I breathed in deep.

  
  

  Things are looking up.

  
  

  I went into work today to order my sweatshirts, and I got this coming week's schedule. I was walking back into the glorious morning air, and I nearly froze in the crosswalk, smack in the middle of the diagonal lines left there for the conscientious who dare not jaywalk.

  
  

  My breath caught in my throat.

  
  

  I had done this - or rather, seen this - before.

  
  

  My ivory scarf blowing restlessly in the breeze; my hands pale against the tan cordoroy of my purse; the red-black-and-silver blur of my dangling keys; the road - the parked cars; my red Beetle sitting in wait for my return; the sun; everything.

  
  

  The night I was searching for employment - it had to have been when I dreamed it. I saw it, vividly. It was...humbling to realize.

  
  

  Today I am reminded - in perfect, much-needed timing - of my significance, my place.

  
  

  He sees me.
  He sees me, and likes what He sees.

  
  

  He wants to know all of me.
  He wants me.

  
  

  Oh, God, who am I?

  
  

  I am Yours.
  That will sustain.

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