A Door Gently Opening

I woke up this morning with a kind of quiet awe settling over me.

It surprised me a little.

Maybe because I am still learning how to notice the way God moves, almost in a whisper.

A few weeks ago, in that blessing, I was counseled to reach out and allow the support of my ecclesiastic leader. I remember hearing it and thinking, I am not entirely sure what that even looks like for me. I tucked it away, almost hesitantly, because I wanted to be obedient but I also felt unsure, maybe even a little resistant.

Yesterday something shifted.

It felt small at first.

I reached out to my leader and asked if he had a lead for a therapist.

I did it simply, without overthinking. I think I half expected to wait a day or two for a reply.

Instead, he responded almost immediately, offering a new name that had just been given to them. I paused, almost startled by the timing. So I called. And there it was, another surprise. An opening within weeks, when every therapist I had tried before carried a three month wait list.

I sat with that for a minute.

Then another.

It felt like a door being held open for me, not forced, not rushed, simply open.

This morning I can feel gratitude rising in me in a way that is gentle, not dramatic.

I keep thinking about how God guides us, often through someone else’s hands, or someone else’s quick reply to a text we almost didn’t send.

I think I am beginning to understand that counsel now, the one from the blessing.

Perhaps allowing support is part of faith too, and maybe God was just waiting for me to take that one small step so He could show me how ready He was to move in my life.

I am sitting in awe, watching Him do exactly that.