Here we are nearly one week away from departure to the Land of Oz, homeless and unemployed. At the beginning of the day now Brooks and I look at each other with a gaze of understanding, clap our hands together, fingers intertwined, we smile and head out to do the days bidding. Its a mix of emotions being homeless and unemployed. Its freedom and fear.
Trying for fear not to get the best of me I lift my voice to the heavens, open my spirit to the Truth and let God remind me what faith is. There is no escaping His presence or His kindness. He is all around me. In and through me. My very present help in time of need. Why would I doubt? I have seen the wonders, the way He orchestrates the music of life.
As we sat in the car a few days ago making preparations this song from Sara Groves, one of my favorite singer songwriters, came on.
“From This One Place”
I don’t know what’s making me so afraid
tiny cloud over my head
heavy and grey with a hint of dread
I don’t like to feel this way
take me back to a window seat
with clouds beneath my feet
from this one place I can’t see very far
in this one moment I’m square in the dark
these are the things I will trust in my heart
you can see something else
So that’s it then. These are the things I will trust in my heart. I am in the dark but the Good Shepherd can see. I’ll put my hand in His. Intertwine my fingers with His and follow. Trusting blindly, faithfully.