Ah change, that fickle mistress. Now more than ever I needed a reminder of what it's like to be knocked down, helped back up, and set on my own two feet to make a decision about what meaning my life and career will bear.
Today was one such reminding day. May I make it alive to the next one.
Prayer #54: Retread
I'm walking down a familiar path of doubt, worry, and fear. Though I know this road well, I still get lost every time. The damn route never looks the same. Trees keep moving. Shadows keep shifting. And You're always there somewhere, just out of sight, Your only hint an occasional footfall ahead.
Make yourself known, mysterious traveling companion. Don't bother reminding me that whenever I've trailed behind You here before, we've always made it out whole and happy on the other side. Consider this fact forgotten the minute the sun sets and I'm surrounded by hooting owls and howling wolves.
So step forward. Or step harder. Just do something to remind me that the briefest whisper of You is enough to base my journey on. Because right now, the idea of making my way on false pretenses is terrifying, and I don't want to misinterpret any signals You send up.
I look forward to seeing the flares and hearing the whistles. And don't forget the rescue helicopter.