Because I thought that this blog would be reserved just for my adventures and therefore it should only be written in while overseas I have ceased to write. I now find this thought faulty and am therefore beginning to write in it once again. I am in America for the time being and there are adventures to be had here…
When I think of myself in this moment of time this is the picture that I have in my head:
I am looking down at my hands and I am holding a cup of hot tea. As I watch, the steam rolls up out of the cup and floats into the air. I am then aware of a huge chalk board that now stands before me. It has been written on many times before, evident by the white powder that is scattered across the once green board. It is now, however, completely blank.
Nothing.
Nothing is written upon this board. I just stand. Staring at this board. Waiting. Tea in hand.
I have seen many a writing on this board before. Writings of future plans that have now been completed. But now, nothing.
This is a new thing for me. I have always had at least one thing written on that board before. While in school the next semester or next break was written in not a real neat fashion but none the less it was there. Not every detail mind you but something.
Something has always been written on that board.
I have waited before but with direction. I have stood on the edge of a cliff, seeing the other side, knowing where I was going, but not knowing how I would get there. I was then directed in the path that I was to take. I had vision. I could see where I was going and I was shown step by step how to get there.
Now, I have no clear vision. No time line.
I want to see this as refreshing. I want to be ok with this. I want to stand here and enjoy my tea waiting as long as it takes to see the writing. I want to even enjoy this time and not dread it.
I desire this to be true about me: that I am patiently, peacefully waiting.
How does this happen? What can I do? This is always what I am interested in. What can I do? I see a problem, now what can I do to fix it? To make it better? I’m a doer.
Maybe this is where my lesson comes.
Rest.
Wait.
Breath.
Be.
Patience.
Wait.
Rest.
Maybe this isn’t about a chalk board. Maybe it’s about a new kind of journey. A new way of looking at this journey I am on. One where I am lead without sight. The chalk board was used before but maybe it is now time for a new kind of getting direction.
I am reminded of a ladies retreat a couple of years ago. We were paired up and took turns being blind folded. Whoever was not blind folded lead the other one in silence through the forest, over logs, under trees and around many other obstacles nature provided.
It was the most beautiful time being lead. It was actually really enjoyable. I laughed a lot. I’m not sure why, I can’t remember now, but I remember I was so full of joy I could not help but laugh. My favorite part was when I was being lead under a tree. I was silently and gently but with some force put into a walking fetal position as the lady who was leading covered me with herself. She was a shield for me against the sharpness of the tree branches. Never was a word uttered but I knew where to go because I quickly became very aware and attentive of my leader’s footsteps in the leaves. There were many others who were walking around but I learned quickly what my leaders footsteps sounded like.
“But he who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep. To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. And when he brings out his own sheep, he goes before them, and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice.” ~Jesus
I want to be a sheep who hears her Shepherd’s voice and follows Him.