Tomorrow Awaits

The story of a tiny time machine
A small girl huddled in a corner
Of dandelion seeds…
Small. Fragile.
Important, but easily lost.
Broken. Swiftly blown away.
A memory forgotten.
My eyes droop
My heartaches
It yearns for the friend I know will not be returning.

Tomorrow it will all change.

Amidst murmur and tension.
A buzzing and humming beehive.
Highheels and perfectly curled hair.
Smiles. Nervous laughs.
Fates are decided.
Futures unveiled.
Destinies written.
New ties will be drawn. New alliances will be made.
Lives will begin to change, to unfold, to transform and infect.
A warrior is being prepared for battle.
The suit has been fitted.
The weapons are being sharpened.
It is the eve of battle.
Anticipation hangs in the air.
Souls ache. Nerves. Fear.
Body groans for answers, for time.
Mind spins.
Heart beat increases.

Breathe.
Breathe.

Things will never be the same again.

She will have a new family.
My heart bursts with emotions I do not know.
I feel some creature clawing
at my insides
trying to escape in rage.
But I am not angry.

Maybe sad.

I do not know.

I miss my friend.
My dear dear friend.
A sister.
But our ties are deeper than humanity.

A dandelion. A warrior.
It is
Change, transformation.

A flower wilting.

But it is not that at all.
A wilting flower is something beautiful no longer becoming so.
It is age. Mourning. Death.
No matter how I try and label it as such,
this is not what it is at all.

This is a joyous day.
A day when the Lord’s name will be glorified.
A day when he will look down

and smile

because his servant has obeyed,
has trusted,
is faithful.

It is like a wedding day
and the groomsmen grieve the leaving of the groom,
of his new life with his bride.
They, as I, have a much smaller picture in mind.
They grieve the loss of a friend,
of the time they had spent together,
of the bond that they are sure will never be the same.
It is true, life will be different, but not worse.
Instead,
they should be joyous on this day!!
Shout from rooftops, clap their hands, laugh, exclaim good tidings,
and let their eyes be filled with tears.
A new adventure awaits their dear friend,
though one they might be a smaller part of.
As with me.
I should not grieve change
or spinning wheels, or transformation or time.
God is at work,
and this is a glorious thing.
To be able to stand by my friend and to love unconditionally,
to be able to encourage and pray,
is a blessing and my duty.
It is my test.

To help my friend face tough times
as she treks peaks I cannot climb,
as she crosses waters I cannot enter.
I can simply stand at the edge and dip my toes in.
Shouting encouraging words into the darkness.
Throwing life vests, and extra rope out after her.
Refilling her supplies when she returns,
bandaging her wounds and refilling her canteen.
This is my job.
This is my joy.
By serving her, I am serving my father.
By supporting her as she seeks his face, I am also seeking him.
In time it will all be revealed.
In time, pain will cease. Loss will end.

But for now, I can only love.
And wait in anticipation for tomorrow.