Unfolding. I just love this word. Even the sound of it seems to unfold and flow off my tongue…
Unfolding. Unveiling. Revealing…
Life is a process.
Change is a process.
Transition is a process.
And the unfolding can be a beautiful part of the process.
It can be exciting.
The mystery of it can fill me with anticipation.
The certainty of it can fill me with peace.
But the unfolding it can also seem painfully slow.
While things certainly will unfold, the wait can be frustrating.
I can be fickle and frail. I can grow anxious in the midst of the process—especially when I try to anticipate what’s next, rather than simply…
And moving with Him.
Make no mistake about it: Things are unfolding. A red carpet is being rolled out. The way is being made…
One step at a time…embracing both the mystery and majesty of His ways…leaning into the arms of my Beloved…
I’ll watch as the beauty of His glory unfolds.
Unfolding. This has been such an important word for me in the past year or two. Over and over again, I’ve sensed His sweet whispers exhorting me to trust, to believe…and to simply enjoy the process. Transition is not typically viewed as enjoyable but there is such freedom in giving yourself permission to be in the process. Really it is giving yourself permission to be okay with not having the answers. Trial and error is okay. Up and down is okay. Not knowing what’s next is okay. Just stay in His embrace and He will lead the way.
To say I’ve felt a little fickle over the past few years would be an understatement. But He often sees things quite differently than I do. He seems to think that so many of the things I’ve seen as fickle, or lacking in commitment to a certain course of action, have actually been what “occupying” has looked like in the season.
There are times we can be super intentional because we KNOW our path, but for quite some time I haven’t had a ton of direction pertaining to outward specifics. More than anything, my sense has been that He has wanted me to simply abide and do what my hand finds to do. For a person who values commitment to the extreme, and who does long to be “intentional” with my one and only life, this has been a difficult adjustment. I want to feel like I’m having impact and accomplishing something. Even if it’s an illusion, the feeling is nice!
But a funny thing has happened during the unfolding. As I look back, I realize a lot has been done—in me, and even through me. The road has looked like a tangled mess of ups,downs, u-turns, spins, sprints, crawls, and sometimes standing completely still (in fact, sometimes standing still can accomplish more than anything else), but it is going somewhere. The path is unfolding.
I’m enjoying the journey. Not perfectly. Not every moment. Not every day. But more than I ever have, I am enjoying the journey. I’m learning to see the perfection of His timing and the beauty of His ways. I’m learning to love the picture He’s painting—it’s so much more beautiful and glorious than the one I would have hastily slapped together. I’m learning again (and again and again and again) to simply enjoy Him.
And I am filled with joy and anticipation as the journey continues to unfold.