Being Prepared

Life has a way of shrinking and forcing things together in ways that one would never believe. Sitting through my classes this becomes so apparent. I watch how people I thought I would never encounter or have wanted not to encounter become crammed into the nooks and corners of my studies. However, I experienced something yesterday that can only be marked by the divine providence of our Lord.
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I prayed. Not just a "rub dub thanks for the grub" kind of prayer, but I felt the spirit come and usher me into a state of reverence before God, and with whispering words I began to converse with my father through praise and thanksgiving. I focused my mind off the music, and off the beautiful sky, and I just talked to the Lord. Now I am not saying that God spoke back in an audible voice, no I don't think he spoke in a way that I, as a man, could understand; but none the less, we spent genuine time together.
In my prayers I gave thanks to the Lord for his peace, and for his providence. For the Lord has taken me and produced something. He has produced a living, breathing, flesh and bone, vessel, and for that I am thankful.
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After I prayed, I made my way to my desk and sat down kind of staring at the wood. My thoughts kind of floated through my mind and lightly rattled against my consciousness. I opened one of my drawers and thumbed through its contents. As I flipped page after page, I came to a letter I had written a while back. I didn't mail it to the person I had written it to, rather I had forgotten about it within my note book. I read through it to see what I had said and realized why I hadn't sent it. I wrote it to clean out my worry and doubt about the person. I am a thinker; and as a thinker, things can pile up in my brain and I have to extricate my thoughts so that I can function. This letter was the culmination of a lot of thought and worry yet it had been the source which allowed me to free my mind of those burdens as well. As I read it, I was reassured about it and about the person it was invisibly addressed to. So I slide it back into the drawer and thought about a verse that I had been reading about lately.
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Psalms 37:25, 26
"I have been young, and now am old; Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his descendants begging bread. He is ever merciful, and lends; and his descendants are blessed."
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What a phenomenal promise! Being reassured, I felt prepared to take on the day. I felt prepared to take on anything that would come my way.
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The next day came classes and their sneaky surprises. I encountered an experience that I thought had been completely and totally buried. Shocked and more is all I can say about the way I felt. I couldn't believe that I was going to have to endure the burden of another semester as it seemed I was going to have to. However, the Lord prepared me in a way that I did not understand. You see though I may have to go through another experience of tumultuous, I use this in the sense of superlative language, awkwardness, the Lord has prepared me for it. He has revealed through his word that I will not be forsaken, and that as long as I pursue him I have victory. I have victory over this situation. I have righteousness and nothing can come against that. So I am not going to try to fix things on my own, and I am going to walk as the Lord has written that I should. I am going to follow as close to righteousness as I can and that my friend is all any of us can do.
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We walk through this world as blind men and women trying to feel their way an existence. God is the seeing and when we take his hand and let him clear our steps, then and only then will we be brought to a place where we can truly be free to exist.