Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life.”
It seems like just yesterday we were celebrating the first robin-sighting and the emergence of crocuses and snowdrops. And here it is sweater season once again! There is a restlessness in the natural world- in the winds and in the dimming evenings. The blackbirds are reforming their cackling congregations, ready to flee the first snows. The activity around the hives seems a bit more frantic. Even the trees are beginning to rustle anxiously. The last fidgeting and fussing of the world tucking itself in to sleep.
On one of the first cool, damp mornings, Roger and I were walking along and spotted a red eft partway across the road in front of us. It was full-sized and soon to morph into its newt stage. It was on the move, we surmised to find the pond where it would live out its adulthood. As it continued its bow-legged moseyed across the “boulders” before it, we had to wonder about its plan. It seemed a daunting task to cross this huge barren expanse, easy target for birds and cars. The landscape was dry and windy- not salamander habitat to say the least. And yet on it crept. From its vantage point only a centimeter off the road, how could it navigate? Obviously not too well, the nearest pond was a hundred yards up the road… in the opposite direction. And yet on it crept. Either it did have some mysterious way of reaching a perfect spot we hadn’t noticed or it was just blindly sauntering to its doom. We suspected the latter and took pity. The salamander was gently set at the bank of said pond, probably congratulating itself on its successful journey.
Especially this time of year, we too grow restless with who we are or where we are. Motivated by a change in the wind or darkening skies, we make anxious searches for security and provision. Unfortunately our ability to navigate often proves as myopic as this little newt’s. And yet there is that inner assurance. In our hearts we know that if we can just keep moving we’ll end up where we should be. There is someone watching over us. It’s a matter of trusting that God has a vision for us that we can’t possibly perceive. That restless urging is God moving in our lives, step-by-step transforming us into exactly who he means us to be. And whether he’s guarding our saunter or reaching down to redirect us, we can trust our journey to the one who not only knows the way, but is the Way.
May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received,
and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us.
― Teresa of Ávila
on I creep,