Just Know

I once encountered the following closing line of a book:

"Things will be alright.

Sometimes you just know."

And despite a mediocre story, I pondered that last line in my heart, allowing its peace to pervade my soul.

Prayer is fickle.  Sometimes I think, God is fickle.

But silence is golden.

In the silence, I learn to trust.  I straddle my bike and I know to go straight, not to turn.  When I pause on a bridge over the Mississippi River, clarity of character shines like the sunlight glinting off the water.  I sit in church and I hear God say, "Go. Go."

Sometimes, I just know.  I need to trust myself.