It happens, you know. David Wilcox has this as one of his primary themes. Many of the old black spirituals flow from a similar well. Its the story line of Harry Potter, Luke Skywalker and countless other tales. I woke up yesterday morning feeling trapped and orphaned. I also know its not true. I know I belong. I really do. Sometimes I belong even more than I want to.
Still sometimes the feeling arises, and sometimes it persists for a while. Yesterday morning I wrote my prayer partner and asked her to pray for me specifically about this.
In less than ten minutes, I had been contacted by a friend "out of the blue" I had lost touch with months ago and we reconnected. It was a small thing, and yet not small at all.