Staying Put

I feel like I'm being called to remain in a difficult place. I don't like it.  I've never been much good with this type of thing.  It's time for a pilgrimage, but the saintly remains and shrine are only going to be found by staying home this time.  Plans change.

A friend sent me an email yesterday containing a lengthy quote from one of my favorite Unitarian ministers. It was meant as a pick me up through a desert time.  I don't know if my friend remembered that this same quote was a reading at my installation as pastor at the church where I am now.  Maybe? Maybe that's why it was chosen.  Either way, it was a spirit filled moment.

I received a letter from an old friend yesterday. I very dear friend and honest to goodness real snail mail letter. He wrote that he sensed I was facing challenges.  Too intuitive.  Another tap on my shoulder.

Something seems to be nipping at my heels, tapping my shoulder, tugging on my T-shirt.  Should I stay or should I go now?