Sometimes while I’m meandering down this road called life,
I think I know precisely where it’s leading.
I have everything all worked out in my mind
And it’s pretty perfect, if I do say so myself.
So I decide to just go ahead and run through that door
After all, I’m so sure.
I know how it will end, I’ve planned this out in my mind a million times.
I take a deep breath, pray for clarity
And sprint headlong toward the door
Full speed ahead
No holds barred
Pulling out all the stops
*and all other applicable cliches*
Only to find
The door is firmly closed.
I run into it, so sure of myself, only to be stunned by the impact
And I fall backwards onto the ground
And it hurts
And I’m a little confused
“But God, I was so sure.”
“But God, I had it all planned out.”
Then I remember that prayer for clarity
And He picks me up and brushes me off
Wraps me in His arms
Tends to the bruises
Wipes away my tears
And I realize
This is not the way I’m supposed to go
It doesn’t get much clearer than a head on sprint directly into a closed door.
This is the clarity I prayed for
It’s not my idea of perfect, but it’s His.
And there is a peace that comes from knowing there will be door
as life goes on
A peace that comes from realizing that the path in front of me stretches on for the rest of my life
That one closed door isn’t the end,
because the path keeps stretching further than I can see.
And in that peace, there is comfort
And in that comfort, there is peace
And in the distance, there is another door.