I think Lisa-Jo
is clairvoyant sometimes.
I mean honestly, how does she KNOW the exact word sometimes to knock you back – speaking shards of relevance into your current situation?
Well, I know she’s not a psychic, but I’m thankful for how she is just given precise wisdom sometimes, because it’s days like this: Fridays, where 5 minutes is all you need for the release of toxins and the inhale of revelations.
It’s time. Here I go. (Don’t forget to join me…)
You would think I have a million things to say about this.
Perhaps I do. Yet I don’t necessarily need a million words when a few will do.
Bends. Breaks. Narrow. Directionally spastic.
I could probably go on.
I had a thought of a few months (6-12) where
I would be here. Then, God willing, I would move on.
God has willed. I am moving much, much sooner than I thought.
Houses sell. Decisions scream to be made. Timelines screech, demanding, into your mind.
When? How? What now?
I don’t know!
But surprise, enemy of mine. I don’t have to have all the answers. Not in order to step, do I have to know the end of the path. I know you’re lurking. I know you send obstacles. I know you twist in vines to entrap my heart, my mind in the tangles of fear.
He called me out on this path. He called me into the woods before.
With complete control and intention for me.
He knows you’re treacherous.
But He’s victorious.
And He is mine.
I am His.
So whatever soil this path is created with,
my feet tread on holy ground.
Fear is not my leader.
Opinion and doubt are not my traveling companions. I want no part of their company.
My compass is a cross.
My guide emerged from an empty tomb.
My life – no matter what it looks like, how or when it changes – is paid for.
Penned in blood. Sealed with everlasting love.
I am written, as are all my days, on His arms.
And that, even without knowing the end of the path, is worth every step I take.
I choose to walk.