ALL WILL BE WELL

Last Sunday, when I went to sit in the pew at church, I spotted a sheet of paper on the floor.  I picked it up.  It was the first page that had been torn out of one one of the hymnals.  ALL WILL BE WELL,  it said at the top.  It's from The Revelations of Divine Love by Julian of Norwich.  C. S. Lewis quoted it his book A Grief Observed, I remembered reading it in there and finding great comfort in the words of the complete quote.  Yesterday I had the good fortune to attend a workshop by a singer/songwriter named John Angotti.  He said this, and it stuck with me, "Sunday is all about Monday."

All will be well

and all will be well

all manner of things will be well.

When I saw that piece of paper on the floor I didn't have to lean over and pick it up, but I did.  Sitting next to me, Gwen would poke me and tell me to pick it up.  She hated clutter.  I picked it up, the last line of the hymn caught my eye:  And so we pray to trust in the hope that all manner of things will be well.  Had that been written today, it would read It's all good.