your desire in scorched places and make your bones
strong;and you shall be like a watered garden...
Isaiah 58:11a, b
Maps cover the table top along with the legal pad that has been glued to my hand. On its pages are lists of what should be done, could be done and finally the lengthiest, what must be done. Boxes piled high sit amidst an odd assortment of bits and bobs that haven’t made their way into a box. The moving vans are scheduled and yet I’m still not sure which interstate is best to get me where I’m going.
Traveling the Jesus road I often wonder what direction I’m headed. There isn’t a designated map for this trip. Having wandered into so many scorched places, certain that the road was lost, I feel frightened even to continue.
And yet, reality is in this present moment. I am certain that road signs have been directing me. Looking behind me I see that I have come out of the scorched places and discover that wandering its lonely desolation has given me an uncanny strength. I hardly recognize my previous weary wandering self!
I find that the road on which I am presently standing is wider with less cavernous holes. It’s a smoother way. I have no idea just how I arrived. And while I don't think I saw any particular sign along the way or heard any verbal directions it is apparent my way was guided. And now I find myself standing in a beautiful garden, amidst a pile of boxes.
Jesus, you are the guide through the scorched places!
Thank you for making me strong along the way.
Now I am going to enjoy the beauty of this moment’s garden.