Unprepared

I'm unprepared for all of it. Every grace, every folly and fall, it seems, takes me by surprise. When it appears all is lost, He is there, with crooked lines made straight, drawing us to a new hope of salvation and redemption that seemed impossible, unforeseeable only moments beforehand.

Perhaps I'll need to give up on despondency. Perhaps I already have, in my own, reckless way. I remember a moment in my adolescence, in the throes of the typical tumult of youth when I decided to never be surprised by anything ever again.

I think that was the seminal, unconscious step towards embracing the will of God, in all things and all ways. I can only pray that I edge closer day by day, and read His will and His way in the pattern and play of every moment He shapes before me.