Into the Reeds

Lord, I feel like Moses,

caught in the reeds,

waiting to be rescued.

But I know that the reeds are preparation for the wilderness

And part of the journey.

Lord, I feel like the younger brother,

taking that which is not yet mine

Racing, impatiently, ahead of your timing.

But I know that the pig stye is preparation for the celebration

And part of the journey.

Lord, I know you want to give me enough

and then some

Like the spare baskets of bread

And the extra manna sprinkled on the ground

But I'm fearful that I will lack preparation and sustenance

for the journey.

Rescue me from the reeds

Let me wait for your timing

Trust in your fruitful preparation

And put me on the path for the journey

In faith.