Growing up, there was nothing more magical to me than a department store.
As soon as my mother’s glossy mauve fingertips loosened on my wrist, I was off to explore this grand kingdom.
The circular clothing racks would transform into miniature weeping willows.
I’d part them to carefully settle into a hidden cave, a cozy and dark hideway specially carved for me.
My fantastical trek was always cut short when my mother’s voice reached through the colorful trees and beckoned me to the register.
Or as I’d call it, “The Wall.”
To a short 6 year old, the register counter was a particularly annoying presence.
Sullenly teasing me with its height, shrouding what was behind it in wallpapered mystery.
Balancing on the tips of my Keds with ballerina concentration offered no real revelation.
Just slivers of possibles.
Flashes of dollar bills in metal drawers.
Peeks of logoed paper bags.
Views of glass merchandise on clear shelves.
I’d catch only drops of what was there before I crashed back on my heels.
Back into frustrating cluelessness.
We always wonder
What is next.
What awaits us in the next chapters of our lives.
But all remains hidden by the wall of time and our limited understanding.
We can breathe easy in knowing that our Heavenly Father is far bigger than we are.
He sees and controls what lies behind
Jesus stands beside us at the counter
Smiling reassuredly as we see saw between our toes and heels
He sees what we don’t.
And we can trust Him.
I trusted in, relied on, and was confident in You, O Lord;
I said, You are my God. My times are in Your hands…