Blending openings and closings, I submerge myself into the unknown certainty of his knowledge. He knows it all, so I'll just trust him. I'll just pedal and enjoy the panorama. When it is time to go through rough trails, I'll just pedal and trust that he has control, not me.
After several cycles of letargic commodities, I open my eyes today with a different view. The trees were brighter, the leaves were more colorful, the people were friendlier, and the breeze was fresher. All was setted up, I don;t know how all those things came into play, but what a day! He is everywhere and takes care of everything. And I pray to him that the door that just opened may be his door, not mine. That it may be THE door that I have been looking to open and cross by for a long time, and not just another door I invented or found through my journeys as the 'driver' of my tendom. That it is his relationship, his work, his plan, his steps the ones being fulfilled and not mine, hers, ours. Why?
I miss many things. And I have been missing in many things. But I trust that I've been found, I've been rerouted, and I've joined the 'club'. Continuously I've carried my own weight, as if I could or knew how to. Here, now, I put it in his shoulders and join others in helping him carry the whole load, which is very light as many of us are carrying it. Help me do it completely, deattach myself completely from myself, and attach this completely to you. It is worth it.
Apart me from wanting to hold that fragance; from grabing this memoir of the closeness as my dream; from holding the sound of sweetness, simpleness, and logic on my mind. Let it be you who hold all this, and your smell, your memory, your music what I live. Let this be your relationship, not ours.
A new door openned and with it comes the assertion: 'I put my trust in you, who already is holding us in your hands, padding us through your trail'.
"Dios lo bendiga y la virgen me lo haga un santo!"
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