At a crossroads, misty beneath the lamplight. Signs point every which way. Each path, a separate idea, a new beginning, its own story ready to unfold.
The world spins on, whether or not we spin with it. Stories are being told all around us.
What’s my story? How can I see it be told?
And what of the story that’s already been written? What of the parts I wish could be erased, or rewritten?
It can’t be done.
So what do I do with this? Here at the crossroads… or am I already out on a road, chosen long ago?
Is this the road I was made to walk?
Shadows creep in. The world off the path is a blur, and the world ahead, so hard to see. You know the future, hold all of time in Your hands. So is the future already written? What does it mean for me to choose?
The road I’ve already walked, with all it triumphs and all its jagged scars… was that always going to be my path?
In the misty gloom, where do I find you?
The lamps along the lane.
The tiny light I carry with me.
The distant light, high above, a reminder of the sun, even when its shine doesn’t reach this far.
Is this a straight path? A winding road? Or do I walk a spiral, returning again and again to the same place, a little different each time?
How do I stop coming back to this place? How do I mend the spiral, so the places I return to are moments of light, of healing, of restoration?
I need these places. A desperate, weary heart can only hold out so long. Lead me back, to the Healer’s hands, to trust that these wounds can be mended. To find the rest I’m needing. To come alive again, to be renewed, opened anew to the Spark of Light gifted from the start.
Please don’t let me lose it.
Trembling hands take tentative hold of this tender hope. A gentle wind blows away the mist, and the next steps are surer, trekking towards a clearer, closer destination that glitters with a full radiance.
Beyond the known. Take me to the places yet to be named, stories untold, ideas still unthought. Banish fear of the unknown, put instead in its place a bold embrace.
Help me to trust You more.
I’m still just a child. The body grows so fast. But the heart remains in a state incomplete, unrefined. I’m so far from what I thought I was. It’s a journey — from open curiosity, to foolhardy certainty, to a deeper understanding and acceptance of the uncertainty.
And I’m not only me.
Awake in me the piece You placed here. Abide in me, that I might abide in You. Steal away my obsession with the self, and show me what I’m truly made for. Unwrap this gift and let joy be unbound, cheering on the You in me, that all You give me can not only live in me but burst out of me to the world.
Let the world see You in me.
I don’t have forever in this world that You’ve placed me in. Do I have enough time left? How do I start using this time better?
Let hope be brighter.
Let faith go deeper.
Let love reach wider.
You’ve given us the most powerful promise. Help me to make, and keep, promises of my own, promises of real worth.
It can start with a reaction. Your promise, and my response, echoing out into the world. Because it’s not too late. There is more time, more space, than I know. And there is more, always, than I can know.
I can never know.
That can be, instead of frightening, liberating. Set me free with this uncertainty, the key to unlock the prison doors, the wings to lift me into wider skies.
Because I don’t have to know. Faith is an outpouring of hope, stemming from that True Source…
Love.
Love generates the strongest of faiths, the boldest of hopes, the most enduring trust. Love in response to love, loving because You first loved us, and loved us best.
Let me love better, stronger, more completely, for the entire world. Because of Your love, and for the sake of a greater hope, a greater faith.
Amen.
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