I was the girl who got her license and then became lost driving in the town I had lived in my whole life. It took me 3 years to figure out how to get home from college, even though it was a 30 min drive straight down 675. To say I’m directionally challenged is a little bit of an understatement, and here I find myself in the middle of a city of roughly 8 million, expected to find my own way.
On Friday, I traveled for the first time to one of the two schools I’ll be working in. For directions… I was relying on a hand-drawn map to show me the way. Even though I knew this map was correct, I found myself extremely out of my comfort zone as I headed out into the drizzling rain. I couldn’t help but notice my state of vulnerability for the task ahead; walking to find a train station, finding the right platform, knowing when my stop was, and then finding the school. My heart was beating quicker than normal as I clung to my bag and umbrella, my feet soaked after a few steps in my journey. I kept one hand in the pocket of my rain jacket, clinging to the piece of paper with the map to provide a source of comfort. But before I had even made it to my train station, many seeds of doubt had been planted in my mind that I was lost.
As another YAGM recently wrote in his blog, “divinity comes in the most uncommon ways to us.” (shout out, Nick Tasker) Mine came this particular Friday morning through a message painted on the side of a building. As I turned a corner to continue my walk to the train station, I was greeted by graffiti that suddenly made my heart feel lighter and my feet more confident. The message:
Those who wander aren’t lost.
Those who wonder aren’t lost.
This year is going to be a lesson in trust. Trusting I am on the right path (no matter how twisted it may be!), trusting in the help of others, trusting myself, trusting God. Not only will I be traveling to new places, but I’ll experience new sights, challenges, questions, and thoughts. I won’t always know where I am, what I’m doing, or why I am here. But if I should remember one thing, I’d like to have the image of that graffiti rooted in my mind.
I am never lost in the eyes of God.
p.s. I made it to my school!