Things fall through the cracks because well intended people get busy and commit to more than is possible. That was the nugget I learned two weeks ago when I pulled the verb, Slip, as my... Read More »
I wonder if this same thing ever happens to you.
What are the chances, with 1,025,109.8 words in the English language, that I would unintentionally and unknowingly have used the one DO52 verb I picked last week in a handwritten note I mailed on Friday?
Especially when the verb was “fold”.
Then long about Saturday afternoon, when my antenna was down, I surprised myself by watching the word “unfold” spill trippingly off of my pen and onto the card I was writing. I was sharing with my newly widowed friend that God had a purpose for this next chapter in her life and that I was interested in watching it unfold.
And there it was, “unfold”: an ever so slight variation on the verb, “fold”.
A smile spread across my face because, immediately, I loved the serendipity.
I loved the visual of Maureen’s life unfolding and all sorts of surprises and new adventures revealing themselves to her.
There are other things I love about the word “unfold” in this context. I love how fully loaded this word comes with the excitement and anticipation of discovering something not yet known. Like the package and tissue paper I unfolded last week to discover a beautiful new dress from my mother.
And I love the element of trust that is required in letting something unfold. We can decide to stop unfolding at any point, but like the blanket on the edge of your bed or the map in your glove compartment, most of the time we don’t stop. We don’t, because we believe in the value of what happens when we decide to keep on going.
Yes, I loved the way my experience with last week’s verb unfolded. I can hardly wait to see what the verb “march” has in store for me this week.