Waiting for God

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

and uncertainty.

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.

- Chris