based on Proverbs 8:1-4, 22-31
Faithful God, what comes next?
Here we stand, our backpack filled with questions. We could bring them out one by one or dump them in the dust under the stoplight, where they’ll be intermittently lit by a lone blinking red bulb.
They’ll be questions related to health, or relationships, or violence, or vocation. They’ll concern finances, or injustice, or identity, or doubt. They’ll be about whether to stay or leave, to venture out or back, to remain steady or make a hard turn.
In the wind we can hear Her whisper. She whom you made before all else, she through whom you created all that we know and don’t know. She, the foundation of all that followed throughout the universe, somehow also infused in our relative speck-sized dilemmas.
She calls, and we are straining to listen. We’ll wait here as long as we need to, in order to receive what Wisdom has to say, and then we’ll choose our next road accordingly.