I sit in early morning incandescence, bible splayed on knees of last night’s dreams. The chatter of blue jays above harmonize with the dance of shifting leaves by curious cardinals below. I’m waiting to hear the whisper.

Under this canopy of collective choir, I am reminded that communion doesn’t only happen when the table is set with fine china and sparkling silver. It happens when the house is strewn with living and a neighbor shows up with a casserole you weren’t expecting.

He often shows up like snow in the middle of summer. Listen.

This is the sixth post in the series 31 Days of Letting Go. You can read the collective here. If you are a writer, I invite you to link up any post you’ve written on the theme of letting go in the comments here on Redemptions Beauty every Friday this month.  Subscribe to receive the series in your inbox or feed by adding your address in the side bar under Follow Redemptions Beauty.