As I walked along the road on my way home, the headlights and reflection on the wall dominated everything I could see. Frankly, each step was a blur. It was hard to see clearly. I thought I knew the path. In the darkness, bright lights ahead and a reflecting glare consumed my attention, sapping my confidence that everything would be okay.
I still feel the dominating lights as I look to the day ahead. Even now, I am not sure what I could have done to walk with confidence. My grip, then and now, has been challenged in a way that highlights and gives credence to my fears, uncertainties, and doubts.
Help is closer than I realise. In hindsight, I look back and see the ideas, ways of thinking, and people willing to help me with the next step. In the present moment’s crisis, it is easy to feel lost. I can see my options for walking through the dark at night, which I could not see then. Life reminds me of the old writer’s advice; “Let’s keep a firm grip on the promises that keep us going. He [Divinity] always keeps his word.” (Hebrews 10.23) In all her forms, help is as close as I am willing to accept.
Asking for and accepting help is an act of courage and an expression of hope. I laugh as I think of when I struggled to ask for or take the hand offering to assist. In hindsight, it looks so easy. In the moment, ah, the challenge of needing to do everything myself. In letting go of this need, I open myself to stepping into a new space that is wide open and filled with possibilities I have never imagined.
Being present for others is a gift that opens new doors. With each gift of care and kindness, I discover the doors in my life to walk with others. I am helped with each action, far more than I can give. I learn far more than I can teach.
Yesterday’s blur is a guide to today’s clarity.
