Crossing the Street

Journal entry from 11-21-2013

My feeling is strange.  There is a huge disappointment, but there is a peace inside.  I don't understand Your ways and Your paths, but I love you and I trust you.  I know I'm holding Your hand.  I might be pulling You in one direction and You might be turning to me saying, "No!  Let's go this way." or "Wait and look both ways before we cross that street."  The bottom line is I'm not letting go of Your hand.  I know it's safe.  It comforts me and I trust that if I don't let go, then we will arrive safely to our destination. 

Right now I'm squeezing tight because I thought we were crossing the road together.  I looked both ways and the road looked clear to cross.  But You...You are taller than me.  You see what I do not see and You pulled me back.  You said it was not safe to cross.  Not yet.  We will wait until its safe.  I whined a little because I was ready and anxious to go and so excited that the traffic finally seemed clear, but ultimately I don't want the consequences of crossing without Your foresight.  I've waited so long to get to the end of this journey and I know I can wait longer...as long as I'm holding Your hand.