A couple of years ago, I participated in a discernment process for spiritual service. The consensus amongst my committee of twelve was that I was, indeed, called.
But then my life changed dramatically. I married and I moved. I thought perhaps my spiritual call would be played out through my photographic art and written word, so I laid aside active pursuit of formal spiritual vocation.
Turns out, the Divine didn’t.
I’ve been feeling a niggling throughout the winter. It turned into a sharp elbow in the ribs over the past few weeks. I acknowledged it to Bryan a couple of days ago, and together we’ve watched the holy Spirit roar her affirmation.
So, though I don’t understand how it will turn out, I’m going to resume the path. I was praying this morning, and I asked God to give me a clearer vision, because it seems impossible to me. The response?
“If I gave you a clear view of the meandering path, you’d cut a straight swath to the destination, and miss everything you need to see (and learn) in the curves.”
Damn. Oops. I mean, Blessed be.
Ariyawen 
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Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
Amen and amen.
So … can’t do anything the easy way, can you? But of course, blessings and peace upon the journey …