Over a month ago, I was short of money.  I needed to borrow a considerable number of euros for three weeks.

My bank said no, not because they’re unfeeling people, but because they have to abide by Belgian law.  I can’t get a loan until I’m a permanent resident, which will be in two years.

A dear friend said “Yes”.  (Thank you!)

Money would be coming from Canada in “six to ten business days” to repay her.  So it felt like a three-week loan.  She graciously gave me till the end of October to repay.

But then …

Someone at my Canadian financial institution made a big mistake, forgetting that the transaction required me to sign a form.  So I thought the process was flowing along.  Actually it was standing still.  (Sigh)

So I waited.  I had expected three weeks and now it was looking like at least four.  And … I had given my word that the funds would be in my friend’s hands by the end of October.

What mystery.  There was my word.  And there was my inability to control what a financial institution does (and when).  It was a somehow gracious limbo of letting go, contracting, letting go again …

Often a softness entered my face.  And a smile.  An overarching feeling of All Is Well.  I floated.

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My friend received her money on October 29