It could be the wine, but, you know what? I think everything is going to be okay.
(I’m not going to admit how many times I had to use the ‘delete’ button for that sentence… yowzers – time for some coffee…)
Seriously, though. I think it might turn out all right.
A while ago I wrote about a tiny miracle as to how I found this apartment and here I am on the balcony (LOGGIA actually, but more about that in a minute.), looking out on a storm that’s been brewing for several hours :
I’ve cosied up with wine, salad, cheese, my journal and Eva Cassidy and now I’m on the chocolate and coffee. I’ve been listing reasons I’m thankful – a much better pursuit than the intended rant and self-pity sesh. And here’s why I think it might all just be okay…
God knows better than I do what the desires of my heart are.
It was the small fact that the apartment I accidentally ended up renting has a loggia rather than a balcony that excited this epiphany. I had spent some time expostulating about how I’d REALLY like an apartment with a balcony, please, Lord. And I thought he’d found me one. But no. He found me one with a Loggia.
You see a balcony, according to Wiki, is “a platform projecting from the wall of a building, supported by columns or console brackets, and enclosed with a balustrade.” and therefore might look like this :
Whereas a loggia, according to Wiki, is “mostly described as a recessed portico, or an internal room, with pierced walls and open to the elements.” and might, for example, look something like this :
The crucial difference being that is has a roof and sides. Therefore I can sit quite comfortably with my Mac and coffee while the rain pours down outside. Now, who’d have thought to pray for that???
“Now to Him who is able to do more than we ask or imagine…to Him be glory…!”
I figure that if God cares about that, then he might care about the other stuff I care about and have asked him for. He seems to know more about what I really want than I do, so I reckon it all might just be ok.