The Wilds of The Unknown

There is time.

Time for growth,

time for rest, and

time for letting go.

Letting go.

Letting go is something

that she never thought

would be challenging, but as

the door becomes closer to her

hand’s reach, she begins to feel

stagnant.

Her hands begin to sweat.

Her breath becomes labored.

Her legs become heavy.

Her mind is racing, and

all of a sudden, she stops.

She never thought that letting

go would be so hard until she

remembered the fear, the

worry, the confusion: the wilds

of the unknown.

The unknown.

The feeling of being in the water

when your feet no longer touch.

The feeling of being stuck in the

valley when the weight of it all

seems too much. The feeling of

being at the bottom of the

mountain when the top cannot

be seen. And the feeling when

the darkness makes it impossible to see.

As she ponders on whether or not to touch

the doorknob, she remembers that if God

has allowed her to let go, the wilds of

the unknown will not break her. Even

here, in this new season, she is learning

to trust as she lets go.

So she will trust in these waters when her feet no longer touch.

She will trust in this valley when the weight of things seems

too much. She will trust at the bottom of this mountain when

the top is not seen. She will trust even when the darkness makes

it hard to see.

She stands there, remembering that

sometimes trusting is all you can do.

Trusting does not always come with an

itinerary. Trusting does not always come

from a whim either. Sometimes trusting

is knowing that it does not matter how wild

the unknown may become. All that matters

is somehow, by the grace of God, she will

get there.

So she opened the door.

A Poem by Taleigh E. Reed, Coffee Dates With Jesus