"Walk By Faith, Not By Sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
As I watched the sun rise on the horizon, I felt the wind rush over my hand. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down it went as I let the current take control. That seemed to be my life lately. Me, just riding the current and watching where it took me. I would end back at the beginning eventually, right? Like the undertow of the ocean. And that wouldn’t be a bad thing. It meant innocence. But as of late, I didn’t feel like an innocent.
I reviewed the night’s events over in my mind again as my hand glided swiftly through the air, as he drove on. A perfectly good man, I thought. Sweet, handsome, charming. He had it all. But, as the night hinted, he had more.
It was going to be date night for us. He had called early, though, and suggested a weekend get-away instead. Thrilled, and feeling a little spoiled, I definitely agreed. I could use a break from the grind, was my initial thought. We had packed quickly because he wanted to get a good start to arrive at the hotel before it was too late. Then why are we still driving? That is where the night’s events rush back again.
Cars. Speeding. Mysterious vehicles following our every move. Swerving in and out, around other travelers. Much left unexplained.
We still haven’t arrived at any given destination, and I feel this “trip” of ours will be like the movement of my hand. Ups and downs. A roller coaster of a ride. Raging emotions and plenty of adrenaline. What will become of this? Am I willing to stay with a man I’m deeply in love with, who hates the government? Time to strap on the seat belts because this ride is going to more than what we experienced last night.