We travelers, walking to the sun, can’t see
Ahead, but looking back the very light
That blinded us shows us the way we came,
Along which blessings now appear, risen
As if from sightlessness to sight, and we,
By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward
The blessed light that yet to us is dark.
Growing up, “God’s Will” was a path we were all looking for, and this way of thinking limited our understanding of God’s purposes into a single ideal we had to find for ourselves. With every choice we were either stepping towards the straight and narrow or unknowingly walking away. With a belief like this, “trying to discern God’s will” seemed more like religious language to hide our anxiety about the future and our desire to control it.
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