That’s when I saw a red convertible come up the
driveway. He stepped out and my heart
jump. He was here. My Lord had arrived. He watched as I lock the door and walk away
from all I have known. He opened the car
door for me, pick up my belongings and we were off.
In my estimation we should be at our final
destination in less than an hour. I had
reviewed the route and dress appropriately.
It took me by surprise when he said we were taking a detour. I trusted him so I rested comfortably getting
use to the sound of the engine and watching the scenery from the window.
The first days were enjoyable, visiting small towns,
standing by the ocean and tasting new flavors.
We watched the stars at night and
enjoyed each other’s company.
Eventually, I began to get antsy so I questioned him. He said things were not ready, however he did
not elaborate. I knew him so I was silent.
My mind wondered though; maybe I am not ready? Could it be that they are not ready for me? Or is it possible that they are preparing
things for my arrival? Oh, I hope
so. However as time went on I became
uncertain. My final destination seemed
like a dream and fear creep in. We
stopped by the side of the road and I got out quickly. I wanted to run. Maybe if I took things into my own hands, but
I could not trust me, I have ruined things so many times. He knew better and I had to rely on him. So I cried out of confusion, out of fear or
maybe because I had no idea where I was.
Everything that was familiar was gone.
I wept silently as he reminded of his promises.
(Jeremiah 29:11; Psalm 17:8) It
comforted me to have him standing so close.
Eventually I came to reason, chose to believe him, held his hand and got
back in the car. As we drove toward
the mountains, I smile looking at different shades on the trees; fall is
coming. I pray we arrive soon.
Copyright 09/18/2015
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