In the Garden where I am called to be,
God has invited me to listen,
and to be amazed.
In the vastness of the rain,
shelter has been provided
and I am once again reminded I am not in control.
The path strewn before me is unsteady,
rocky, and “slippery when wet”.
Each step I take is filled with caution
Where will it lead?
Will I be forgotten as I walk away from “home”?
Will I be welcomed in the newness of who I am becoming?
“Do not hold onto me”.
Christ reminds me that the gift of His love for me is to be shared.
I cannot hold onto the past
while I am being invited to grow.
I cannot relive the familiar
in my attempt to avoid the fear of the unknown.
I have a story to share
that is only a small chapter, a paragraph
in the humanity within which I was created to live.
But without this paragraph, this chapter,
the story is incomplete.
How much God is rejoicing,
for it is not I who waited for God,
but God who waited for me.