So, I have a gajillion (a "gajillion" being an approximation) boxes of stuff. When I moved out of my folks house, I did it in such a hurry that I just threw everything in boxes and put them in the shop at a friends house...that was two years ago. Now, I'm going through them and getting rid of stuff and repacking in a way that makes sense.
In the middle of it all, I found my journal from the year I was at Word of Life, which is the first 18 months or so after I lost my grandparents. Really, it makes me laugh...I wrote all through it about how much I was growing in the Lord and how much I was learning about Him. Now, I can look back and see that saying those things was really just saying the right words. I did learn a lot...but nothing compared to the last few years.
Anyway, in the middle of the school year, right before Christmas, I wrote a poem and put it in my journal. I am so not a poet...I used to try to be one, but I haven't written anything like this in years. I thought I'd share it...
I don't know where I'm going
I'm not sure where this path leads
Whatever is in my future
I lay at Jesus' feet
Tomorrow could be my last day
Or maybe a new start
Either way, I know You have a plan
For the purpose of my heart
So I will follow You
I will walk the path You choose
Through the darkest night
And the brightest light
I know You are the Way
And I will follow You
My life is but a vapor
I'm just a stranger in this land
But I know that You will guide me
By the grace of Your ever-loving hand
With all that I am
And all that I have
I will walk through this land
For the glory of You, Father
So I will follow You
I will walk the path You choose
Through the darkest night
And the brightest light
I know You are the Way
And I will follow You
Christy & Leese: All through the journal, too, are references to how grateful I was (and still am!) for your friendship and encouragment...your presence in my life made such a difference in the way I dealt with losing my grandparents...love you guys!
