New Beginnings

As we begin this new year, I’m taking a second to reflect on my time since moving here…

Deciding to move to Virginia was a big change for me. I had been living in Ohio, drove back to New Hampshire for ten days where I was born and raised for my whole life, and then packed my new (will explain later) car and scooted my way 9 hours south to Manassas, Virginia. I walked into a house of the family I had met approximately once, and brought my bag upstairs to the room I would be renting. I took a second and looked around, and realized I didn’t have a bed, nor did I think to bring one, and accepting that here I was.

I had a habit of drawing on myself as a kid. I don’t really know of any kids who haven’t done this, but I, in particular, was a big fan of marker body art. I remember doing it, even in middle school. It was just something I enjoyed, seeing the colors fill in the cracks of my skin and being able to draw whatever I wanted. (Sidenote: my mother did not approve of me drawing on myself. I am in no way suggesting you should go draw on yourself. Ink can be icky and harmful. I’m just trying to convey my perspective so you can get a better visual).

Basically me with my markers: Image result for little kid grinning gif

Anyways, as I ventured into Middle School, I started praying Liturgy of the Hours with my parents. Basically, there are a certain set of prayers and Scripture for each day of the year, for certain times of the day, that priests and consecrated men and women are required to pray by the Church, to keep them mindful of God throughout the day. The laity (single and married men and women) are invited to pray along with these prayers. During morning prayer, the Canticle of Zechariah is prayed every day. There is a certain line in it that has always stuck with me.

“In the tender compassion of our God
The dawn from on high shall break upon us,
to shine on those who dwell in darkness
And the shadow of death,
And to guide our feet into the way of peace.”

I think this passage really spoke to me because it talked about hope, about a God who is loving and compassionate to us. I really liked the last part; “Guide our feet into the way of peace.” I found myself drawing this more and more on the inside of my feet with markers, (and eventually on paper). I think the significance of seeing it written on my foot reminded me that although I could step wherever I wanted to, I wanted to place my foot where God wanted it.

Have you ever had your foot measured at the shoe store? Maybe in one of these things: Related image

Well, along with being a marker addict, I was also an extremely squirmy kid. I can remember very clearly the day we went to Red’s Shoe Barn for new school shoes. The sales employee as well as my mother were wrangling my foot and trying to get me to just stay still for a second so they could get a measurement. I didn’t like the way it felt, the metal was cold, they were gripping my foot, and I just wanted to go look at the cool pom pom laces by the cash register.

I often think of this memory as I pray the Canticle of Zechariah during morning prayer: “Guide my feet into the way of peace.” It’s my choice to step and go where I like, but I am choosing and surrendering in that moment to let God place my feet where HE would like. Sometimes it’s uncomfortable like the cold metal, and sometimes I really want to go a different way and go see something more interesting like those shoelaces. I know that ultimately, God has laid out a path before me. A road-map designed just for me.

When I first moved to Virginia, I was both excited and a little scared. I had prayed and allowed God to move my feet, and all of the sudden I found myself in a different state without any of my friends of family, without anything I knew. Sometimes the situations we are put in can be a little scary, unpredictable, and anxiety-provoking! That’s where the trusting comes into play. As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I was reflecting back on this at the start of this New Year, and realizing how wonderfully I have been blooming here.

God would never place me somewhere that I would not grow.

In moving my feet step by step to Virginia, He continued to move them closer to His heart, and in the direction I needed to go in order to serve Him. I can say with an earnest heart that I very much feel like I am serving Christ here at All Saints. If I had not prayed each and every day to allow God to do what He wanted, I might not be here! I am grateful that God continually allows me to be humbled, a little blinded, and just trust where He leads me. God, guide my feet into the way of peace.

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