Creator, Sustainer and redeemer,
There are times in my life I knew what I was doing,
Things were so clear. Things were so right.
Now I feel like I am adrift again. In a small boat on the sea.
But sometimes lost is where I need to be.
Not knowing my direction doesn’t mean I don’t have one.
There are currents moving me along directions I cannot see.
There are winds that I can feel blowing me along too.
My sea is my wilderness,
My temptations are the things that want me to veer off course.
Even if I don’t know the course.
This I pray, is my journey toward hope.
While I wait for my soul to catch up, my heart to heal.