The corner exhibit of the conference was inviting. There were reminders of home, stepping away, and drifting into a mindset of recovery and restoration. The idea of stepping away from the technology, flood of information, and constant busyness was tempting. As I stood next to a meditation station, I found myself in the presence of pointers and reminders, where nothing was real. There were no real candles. The poetry meditation could only be found by using the tech I was trying to escape. It would take all my resolve and more to get to the destination I was seeking.
The reminders lingered on and into the start of today. Having faith in anything can be difficult. When it involves trusting the unknown, it is, for me, incredibly challenging. In the quietness, I could hear lingering whisper reminders.
Faith and trust are not limited by time. In the steps between where I was and where I want to be, I will find time, obstacles, and actions to be taken. Each is required if the trust I have is to be fulfilled. With each moment, my grasp on faith will be stressed. When I let go of time, I find myself stronger and encouraged. Yesterday’s hug lingers. The words of comfort endure. In hope, I recall an old story; “By faith, barren Sarah was able to become pregnant, old woman as she was at the time, because she believed the One who made a promise would do what he said.” (Hebrews 11.11)
Faith and trust are as bright as I am willing to see. A simple light burned silently next to a piece of paper with a coded link to words that would soothe and take me to a different place. When I close my eyes, I hear the quiet words of encouragement, care, and love. Time does not mean that they cannot be heard. Distance does not mean that they cannot be seen. Darkness does not mean that they cannot be embraced.
I look behind and ahead. I hear a call inviting me to act in faith.
