To my Point 'B'

I’ve spent moments pondering how our initial meeting would pan out.

I’ve spent days questioning what the journey towards that point could entail.

I’ve spent evenings wondering when I would stop wondering and when all would become clear.

At this moment you are beyond my natural lens, though not for lack of wanting, you’re just not tangible yet.

I try to consciously condition myself to believe that you’re not just part of a horizon, a beautifully painted picture in somebody else’s dream, but that you are attainable to me.

I stand in post at my Point ‘A’, where my feet are visible. But I’m caught in dense perplexity because my longing is beyond me.

Venturing out causes the wooden planks afar to become hazy, at which point I lose sight of my footing and negate the logic that my feet are already on the bridge.

You are swamped by fog and the reality is, I don’t know what precedes me in order for me to reach you.

It is at this point my mind begins the process of…

‘Pondering how our initial meeting would pan out’

‘Questioning what the journey towards that point could entail’

‘Wondering when I would stop wondering and when all would become clear’

…But to no avail.

The fact before me is that I may never know every detail and the more I focus on my lack of knowledge of the ‘how’, my feet will never make a move towards another wooden plank.

But the point of faith is not to know the ‘how’ but to trust that God knows the precise details of what lays beyond the fog and that where He leads me, He will sustain me.

What connects my Point ‘A’, to you, my Point ‘B’ is this bridge between us. The bridge I stand upon is a literal bridge of faith and what propels me to move forwards on this bridge to reach you, is trusting that God will always make provision for the next step, no matter what form it comes in.