Trust

I'm writing here from my computer on this beautiful, rainy day more for me than anyone. 

Mary Oliver has this lovely poem entitled, "The Journey," that goes like this: 

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and you began, 
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried. 
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations, 
though their melancholy
was terrible. 
It was already late
enough, and a wild night, 
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little, 
as you left their voices behind,
and the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save. 

You see, there are these moments in life where we know what we have to do, then there are these other moments ridden with anxiety and excitement when we take action to do those things. We take charge of our life and decide that we will be the one who says how our life will go. No more being tossed to and fro in the waves. The waves may still be there, but we are deciding to swim. 

Then even past the moments of taking action, there are these moments of questioning and wavering, when maybe you haven't quite reached the reward. Or maybe you can't remember anymore what the reward is supposed to be. And then you start to see the little light moving in the distance. You get a glance of the tower, of the land. And it strengthens you. You swim harder, more determined. And you look back and see you really have been moving toward the reward all along. 

The challenge before the glimmer of light starts to appear is to trust. Trust the process. It is getting you there. You may not quite see the results, yet. But they're coming. Keep taking each stroke one at a time, just as you know how, doing the very best you know to do at that time. The light will shine soon. 

"Faith requires that the problem has no voice. It did not deny a problem's existence; it denies a place of influence." Bill Johnson

x Keely