I came into the past week filled with questions, uncertainties, and, candidly, fear. I was holding an endless list of questions close to my heart. I had no way of knowing how I could find an answer. I was not sure if there would be a guide or advisor to help me see the way. I found it difficult to imagine what I would feel like today.
The process, especially in a pivotal moment on the eve of the week’s end, was intense and relentless. I worked to listen and understand while responding to several challenges which emerged in my path. As I look back, it feels as if the old psalmist’s observation says it all. “The God who marched his people through the desert, His love never quits.” (Psalm 136.16)
I find myself reflecting on old lessons as if they were brand new.
Moving through the desert is not a leading indicator that one’s destination is a desert. This week I travelled through a desert; actually, it was two or three deserts. As I emerge, I know I have landed in a place filled with hope and possibilities. There was no way of knowing this would be the outcome. There were no guarantees. And yet, in letting faith lead the way, the destination is an oasis which can form a foundation for the future.
One may feel as if one is alone. This week reinforces the truth that we are never alone. Divinity and her children are always lifting us up. I was invited into the week alone. I leave the week knowing I am the new family member. I can feel the arms embracing and lifting me higher. I know there are others to my left and to my right who will step into the breach with me.
Trust lives when two or more are involved. I experienced reasons to trust. I feel both called and humbled by the trust which has shared. In the middle of the desert, a seed of trust exploded into life.
In this desert, I found hope and trust.
