I sit on a precipice
Waiting for something.
I feel the stirrings deep within
As Aslan is on the move.
So many thoughts swirling;
What is He up to?
So many different paths
He could choose
In this story of mine.
Many times I have learned
Which way I go
Is not of my choice but His.
For He is a great author
Writing my story
And turning the plot for my good
And His glory.
Every day is an adventure,
Not knowing the twists to come
Or if it will be scary or peaceful.
But He’s teaching me to trust Him
In all of the ups and downs;
And to know that I will have
All that I need for today.
This waiting feels poignant,
With more at stake than usual.
He’s digging deeper in my soul,
Unwrapping things long hidden,
Shining light in dark places.
What do I do with the lost things found?
I’m sure He has a plan.
As other pieces of my life
Hang in the balance,
Dangling by a thread,
I wonder how they fit.
And so I wait for Aslan
To finally make His movement known;
To let me in on the secret
Of what the next chapter brings.
He’ll put this puzzle together,
And it will be beautiful.