Clarity

I drove home in 9:30 PM darkness the other night, pondering life lately and a question I’ve encountered more than a handful of times: “What’s new?” To this, I haven’t had much to answer; little is visibly new in my life, and more questions abound than answers—a lot of "What is next?" I don't take offense at the inquiry, but it does make me squirm when I can't give a straightforward response.

I merged onto the highway behind glowing taillights, and a wrestle with the concept of "what's new" whispered a single word: "clarity."

My mind slowed to understand as I matched speed between the dotted lines. “Clarity?”

Articulations began to thread together in my conscience about some emotional/spiritual things, both simple and complex, that have recently clicked—I found I couldn’t object. Those three syllables settled in like fresh ink on dry paper. 

It wasn’t the way I’d immediately describe my frame of mind in this period of time (with the ample questions and all), but it became increasingly evident how accurate a reflection that word was. 

While questions crowd, much is also clearing away—coming into focus. Answers to current questions or wishes may be far off, but perspective has sharpened on unanswered explorations from years ago or matters I haven’t even sought out, suddenly surfacing. It’s as if the Lord is slowly unfolding a quilt in front of me and, section by section, revealing fragments of the whole stitched-together picture. 

My humanity burns in me a frustration that I can’t just know-know-know the things I want to know now. But what a wonder of the Omnipotent that my unknowing may exist intertwined with blossoming...clarity.

If you’re in the in-between, maybe He’s whispering a sort of clarity for you—making sense of things in your periphery. Perhaps He welcomes you to delight with Him there.