My heart leaps up in wonderment, in joy, in apprehension and somewhere, somehow I fight the wonderment, tethered by that apprehension, that expectation that now there is joy, trouble will follow, always seeking to be with the glad tidings pack and so rarely welcomed. Beloved, remind me once again to let go of such apprehensions. Trouble may or may not be leaping across the field right now, but if it is, am I not to attend to the suffering? Like other hearts, am I not called through the wonderment, the joy, the gratitude for courage and strength in gathering trouble in and discovering what's salvageable, what's wonderful, what's a gift for us in all that hurting mess, if we can ease the suffering, and find transformation together? Beloved, may I not fail to dance in wonderment, to live gladdened and grateful, and to stop and turn back for the troubles that need tending and care to become something else, something better. Amen.