The next step ahead is not as clear as I would like it to be.

It’s like going through a car wash, vision obscured

by soapy water streaking lines down the windshield.

I have no control of the vehicle as neutral allows

the track to smoothly, gently, lovingly guide the car along.

I just have to trust that even though

I hate being





hate not knowing the details,

hate going through this tunnel of change

tunnel of transition

tunnel of letting go of my grip of control–

I just have to trust that the One who knows me

and knows my life and the way He wants me to go

will bring me to other side.

Will bring me to the other side of the car wash,

of the transition,

where the dark and obscured vision dissipates

underneath the golden sun shining through my windshield.

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