The last day.  Its here.  The last day of Bible Study, the last day of littlebear school, the last day of work… the last day of structure, routine, and predictable next-stepping.

From here the steps are random, uncertain, unsure.  Are there next steps?  Did the path take a steep dip?  The looking-forward feels empty, sounds quiet—er, looks biggish.  Too big.  Are there any friends, any family, any… body to meet me on a step?  Is there a treat, an outing, a joy to greet me on a step?  Is there a next step?  Am I stuck?

I’m frightened just facing the space.

OK

I’ll plan a project, l’ll try to rest, I’ll hope for adventure.  Plan, try, hope.  Not exactly promising.  Or fulfilling.  Or … happy.

Here it is.  The last day.  The last step without a next in sight.  OK.  I’ll trust.  Again.  Trust promises, satisfies, and happys up the journey.  Because the trustworthy One has already planned the journey.

Trust is never last.  Trust is always the next step.  It’s all I know.  All I have.

Until the next last day, I’ll plan, try, hope and… trust.