Press On

I press on.

Though the road before me is etched with unknowns, though the route from which I came is wound with scars and shadows, I strain my eyes ahead and venture forth.

For You are with me, ushering me forward, willing me to step into the sunlight. You have confidence in my skills, assurance of the depths of my heart. I used to breathe so shallow, used to sleep in fear.

Doubt and darkness have held me long enough. I have caved in to the caverns of my hurt, sat in the mud pits of my failure. My head could barely handle the confusion of my loneliness.

But that was then. And this is now. You are taking over my worry and keeping the cold at bay. After all these months, I finally feel Your sweet scent upon my face.

Let us move in ways You’ve meant for me to find all along. Set me out of the ditch and lift me to Your heights. For I am being restored, and You have desired nothing else.

Forget what is behind. The past is murky and muddled. Strain ahead to what is good, to what is golden in Your grace.

I do not cower. I do not wallow in my wrongs. I press on. There is brilliance up the way that will bring me beauty and truth and wonder beyond what I could imagine.

I press on. Because You are waiting for me. Because You cannot stand to see me stumble another moment longer. Your arms are wide, and my feet are fast to find their steps.

Your smile is dazzling. My heart is longing. Forgetting what is behind me, I press on to You.