**Getting on your knees**
...The dark spots you see on the pavement are my tears. Tears of trust, of strength and of hope for things yet to come. How did I get here? Why now and why does it feel like He's giving me just the smallest taste of a life I truly want? Feels like another endeavor in patience but it also feels like answered prayers...
While waiting for my kids to finish having the time of their lives doing cart wheels and daring each other to dance at their end of the year gala I had some time to kill before emerging as a taxi driver for a few of the kids I lovingly consider my extended family. I took advantage of my time alone in the downtown street of Brunswick. I popped my shows off and walked in the grass, I people watched and generally enjoyed being outside, not alone and freezing at dawn for the first time in months. However it wasn't long before I found myself at the foot of church steps questioning God on His timing while I also complexly thanked him for showing up at all. I couldn't resist the urge to kneel down in front of the stone statue of Mary and bear my soul freely and out loud. Normally I'm shy about things like that. Public displays always feel showy or insincere. Realistically it might have been more garish had it not been 930pm, dark and otherwise a quiet corner I found myself in. Nevertheless an action in faith is an action no matter who's watching.
Honestly it's not the first time I've ended up here. 20 years ago I found myself in a similar situation. I had been driving around looking for a spot to stop and pray. I found a tiny church in the middle of nowhere. I pulled over, got out of my car and kneeled on the steps of the locked doors because I needed God, I needed His house and needed to remember exactly who I belong to and where I'm going. Time and time again I find myself here. Crying on the steps on my faith knowing He has it all worked out. Knowing the plan is not mine to see, only experience.
This night, kneeling there I felt overwhelmed by my love for God and the roots He's nestled in me while I have patiently waited these past years for some direction. Hoping for guidance more than just "be still". I mean He's never even said please be still. Yet against my better judgement I've somehow managed to make it this far riding on the coat tails of stillness in the face of silence... so much silence. Lately though the things I've been praying for seem to have become engaged. So much so that I begin to wonder if this is what all the waiting has been for. To grow my roots and allow absolute trust in whatever He's got up His robe sleeves. I knelt there and thanked him for the roots that are now grown so deep that it feels as though nothing could shake me because when I am stirred and rocked I send those issues to his feet instead of holding them close like I had been doing all those years before.
I think Robert Frost said it best, "two roads diverge in a yellow wood... and I took the one less traveled by". Except he misses the point because there are more than 2 roads. There is the obvious My will, and then there is Society's will. All the complicated things that ensue with following ourselves or following the world should be implied here. But what about the third road. Following God. Even when the darkness sets in all around you and consumes your exits. What about Him? What about the rest it takes to become a true warrior in the face of betrayal, denial, ignorance and pain. What about opening our Bibles to any page and becoming familiar with the promises and the character of our Lord.
It's a lot, I know. It's almost too much. When it seems like often we think we know the way but the path is blurry or we see the goal but the way is blocked. That's what our faith is for. To stand for us when our legs are weak, our brain wants the next new thing and our hearts yearn for fulfillment.
I kneel everyday now. I say my prayers out loud, in the corner of my room and the corridors of life. I'm not sure if this is a call to arms, or maybe just relief from a prayer repeated so many times that the ink would be rubbed away had it been written down. But I have realized the foundation laid here is solid. The core of my life has changed. Leaving me feeling like regardless of the answers I hope for the road is paved with tears of hope that lead to a life I will forever be proud to call my own because it is a gift from the one who loves me most.
Isaiah 12:2 Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord himself, is my strength and my defense; he has become my salvation.”
1Thessalonians5: 16- 18 Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
1Peter 4:7 The end of all things is near. Therefore be alert and of sober mind so that you may pray.
2Samuel 22: 31This God—how perfect are his deeds, how dependable his words! He is like a shield for all who seek his protection.












