I saw the way you spent three kilometres walking after questions that had no answers. The way you held your stomach and raised your eyes to the darkening sky as the question ‘why’ simmered and steamed in your mind. 

You’re in the midst of a mystery and the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘what nows’ clamber for a strong foothold, hoping to be the answer and the path forward. 

For a moment I want you to remember the last time you found yourself immersed in a story. The way you couldn’t help but turn each page. How your heart beat a little faster in the middle, the place where things were uncertain and the ending was unclear. You would finish a chapter, close your eyes, take a breath, and hold the story close to your chest. You were compelled to pause and enjoy the unknown because you knew you were on the path to a great unravelling and a journey fulfilled. In that moment, you would anticipate the resolution because you knew there would be one.

Dare I say, you can be confident to do the same for your story. Of course, it is much easier to enjoy the mystery of a story printed on paper in ink than your own – the one printed on time with flesh and blood and breath. I hear you. It’s hard. But I want you to try. And I want you to trust. 

Try to enjoy the mystery. Expect that it is leading somewhere. At the very least, accept the mystery for what it is. Questions that can’t be answered yet, unexpected deviations that don’t make sense yet, ellipses that hold space for sentences that aren’t finished yet.

And in the ‘yet’ trust that in the same way you press a good book your chest, savouring what is yet to be revealed, Someone is doing the same for your story, and He’ll be waiting for you in the end.