On Being Followed by Grace

Dear Cosmos,

Earlier today I was reading Psalm 23.

I’ve read it many times, but one line stopped me:

“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me…”

And I realised something.

I spend a lot of time thinking about what I need to build next, fix next, prepare for next.
But this verse suggests something simpler.

Goodness isn’t ahead of me.
It’s not something I need to chase.
It follows me.

That changes the posture completely.

If grace follows me, then I don’t have to hunt for it.
If mercy follows me, then I’m not one mistake away from losing support.

It means I’m already walking inside something that’s working for me.

Not in a fantasy way.
Not in a denial-of-reality way.
But in the small, steady ways life keeps revealing itself.

I thought about all the quiet provisions in my life.
The lessons that came right when I needed them.
The breath that returns without asking permission.
The insight that arrives mid-sentence.
The way things often unfold better than my anxious mind predicted.

That’s goodness.

And I don’t run it down.
It keeps pace with me.

Dear Cosmos, I’m grateful for that.

Grateful that I don’t have to control every outcome.
Grateful that I’m allowed to walk forward without constantly checking behind me.

And if you’re reading this - maybe this is your reminder too.

Maybe you’re more supported than you think.
Maybe you don’t have to strain so hard today.
Maybe grace is already tracking your steps.

What if you moved like that was true?

Still noticing,
RL.