written in a moment of intellectual clarity and emotional homesickness.
Somewhere there is a balance between the life I used to know and the one I am making now.
There is a place not defined by what is past and what is new.
There is a moment when I am not looking back at who I was or trying to figure out who I am, but simply exist, confidently and securely.
There is a sweet spot in which I live in this moment, work with what is in my hand right now, enjoy the blessings and lessons of this season, and do not worry about what I left behind and what I can’t let go of and what is coming around the bend.
There is a dream that defies the ideas of “broken,” “failed,” “true,” or “new,” and it takes a shape that whispers, “This was His plan for you all along.”
I believe all those things. In them lies peace. But they are hard to grasp.
So my prayer becomes, or rather remains,
Show me your ways, Lord,
teach me your paths.
Guide me in your truth and teach me,
for you are God my Savior,
and my hope is in you all day long.