Lord,
I find myself in a situation
that I’d rather not be in
and I hear you say to me,
“Claire,
you are where you are;
that can’t be helped.
The question for you now is this,
‘How do you choose
to move on from this?’

An image forms in my mind.

I see myself,
a wee girl
with black pigtails
and tear-stained cheeks,
standing, uncertainly.

I look up
and I see you standing,
waiting patiently
as you hold out your hand to me,
inviting me to join you.

I hesitate for a moment,
considering my options
before walking over to you
and taking your hand.

As we walk along together,
we begin to chat.

“Claire,” you say,
“remember that you don’t always
need to understand
but you do need
to trust in me.
Do you trust me?”
I nod
“Then everything is going to be alright”.
And I know that your words are true,
no matter what way
this situation turns out.

We continue to walk along,
hand in hand,
together.

© Claire Murray