Write Away...

"Siano gradite davanti a te le parole della mia bocca e la meditazione del mio cuore, o Eterno, mia rocca e mio redentore." -Psalm 19:14

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"Perhaps it would be better not to be a writer, but if you must, then write. If it all feels hopeless, if that famous 'inspiration' will not come, write. If you are a genius, you'll make your own rules, but if not - and the odds are against it - go to your desk, no matter what your mood, face the icy challenge of the paper - write." ~ J.B. Priestly

marzo 31, 2005

Trust


The wheel glides with ease between the bends of my certain hands. Sharply, when I tell it to. Gently, when I move it so. The enlivening sensation of control tingles in the tips of my fingers, the smooth motion of the steering wheel going back and forth around the turns. Steady on stretches of nothing. Trembling on paths of uneven terrain. I smile at the power, and the freedom, and the liberating, all encompassing feeling of entire control. Can I ever let it go?


Don’t go down that road. I’m telling you now, and you need to listen to Me. Stop the car. Do you have any idea what is down there? Things you can’t see, and things you don’t want to see. Things that lurk in the tangible shadows, and creep through vines of passing doubt, uncertainty, evil, and destruction. You can’t see them, but I can. I know the road ahead is unlike the one you travel so leisurely now. Trust me. Stop the car. Let me drive.

Something takes me by surprise. The wheel, once so powerless without me, slips from my casual grasp and wavers in its own directions. I try to take hold of it again, my knuckles white with the tension in my fingers, and focus my eyes on the clouded road before me. I cannot see. My vision is obscured as a mist of fear settles like fog, and I struggle to keep driving straight ahead. I panic. I scream. I let go and throw up my hands. Then, strong arms I’ve seen before come securely around me and reach for the wheel, taking hold firmly.

Surrender.

The road is suddenly visible, as the cloud of doubt subsides and casts itself away, and I can see clearly through the windows. The driving is steady. Smooth. Straight. I no longer rock back and forth with every bump and rock I hit. I feel stable and confident as the arms take control of the wheel before me, as I am mercifully robbed of my power I once had.

Watch what happens when I have control. Nothing can go wrong. I promise.

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“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.” - Proverbs 3:5&6