I’m stuck, and there’s nowhere for me to go.
I hear the engine start, and deep down, I can feel the frame begin to roar.
I sense the day is coming, and I’m anticipating the show.
But I’m stuck, and I can’t get my feet to leave the floor.
The pain of waiting is harder than I thought.
I’ve been mulling over outcomes, and the end is quite threadbare.
Will the ache subside so I can get to where I ought?
Is there hope for a better ending? Why should I even care?
I’m stuck, and the aim is not yet clear.
So, I sit here recollecting how I should take my first step.
Meanwhile, an irritation festers, conjuring all sorts of fear.
The light is fading slowly and narrowing my prep.
I wonder now why I came here and tried this from the start.
It seems the former questions were answered long ago.
Now, I’m stuck here without answers to new questions in my heart.
And so, I resign myself again to a sadder, deeper woe.
Is there hope for those in waiting?
Can anyone lend a hand?
Are these signals of opportunity?
Or is this something I misunderstand?
An answer comes in softly and clears away the haze:
Your waiting is not waiting in the timetable set before.
It was preparation in the making of the best of all your days.
Time is now unfolding what was always held in store.
Step out now and see what has been preordained.
The first step is realizing the end you do not own.
And then, understanding that life is in the journey contained.
It was wrapped up together and revealed at each milestone.
Instead of fear and trembling,
Your steps are making room.
In each phase, meticulously assembling
A flower yet to bloom.
For God is high above, and yet He bends Himself down low.
He pours forth His grace and mercy to those who are His indeed.
He sent His Son to pay the penalty for our sin, and His love did magnanimously bestow.
His flesh and blood poured out upon the earth as a renewing seed.
His planting will not fail; His harvest will surely come rolling in.
The good shepherd, not one sheep, will He lose.
All together, they will come, and each new life shall begin.
So, gather yourself and for His glory this day choose.
Spread wide your sails, you stuck one in life today.
Let the wind blow forth and take you gently and surely on your way.
He is with you now and will always be for sure.
His heart is ever beating, for His children He endures.
His love is all-consuming, His grace is sufficiently supplied.
Our God’s love is unending, and in Him we’re justified.
So, stuck one, open wide your sails.
Unfurl your heart across His Word and pray for stronger gales.
His Spirit will blow in any aching heart.
His Son has come, and His life will impart.
So, go stuck one, to Him alone for power.
His Word, your guide; your life, His flower.
“The wilderness and the desert will be glad,
And the Arabah will rejoice and blossom;
Like the crocus
It will blossom profusely
And rejoice with rejoicing and shout of joy.
The glory of Lebanon will be given to it,
The majesty of Carmel and Sharon.
They will see the glory of the Lord,
The majesty of our God.“
Isaiah 35:1-2
— August 7, 2025