My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
Thomas Merton – Thoughts in Solitude
I keep coming across this little ditty written by Merton, probably because it sits on my desk! It seems to be timeless for me, no matter what I’m going through or not going through, this speaks to me at all different points in my life.
At point’s in my life, I think I really did know where I was going and what I was doing. It seemed to be in the cards so to speak. However, after the proverbial apple cart went off track, I find that these words from Merton bring comfort. Some word groups that stand out to me…
Lord God, I have no idea, I don’t see, I cannot know. BUT I believe,I hope, I know, therefore I will not fear. – Kim
When we ride the crest of the wave, it’s smooth and fast and awesome! Everything we touch is meant to be touched, and the wind feels so good against our skin. We have a look about us that commands others to ask, “what is it about them?”
All rides must come to an end. It’s a sad truth written somewhere I’m sure. When it happens, its earth shattering, well it shatters our little piece of earth anyway. We find ourselves in a strange place because our daily routine is gone, our sense of purpose is broken, and our ability to think and make decisions is way out of whack.
It takes time to stop spinning. We think we’re ready to put our feet back on the ground, but the floor keeps moving! We go to grab our boot straps to pull ourselves up by, but find we have no boots. We stick our arms out with fingers spread wide to try to grab a hold of whatever is going by, to slow us down.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me
That’s what I hold onto.
It’s really all there is.