White Space

Time for a serious reflection. My 12-hour train ride to the south of France begins in just over 24 hours. Most mornings now, I'm waking up with one word on my mind ("Camino") and my heart racing. All my prayers are centering on the forthcoming trip, the mix of anticipation of all that will be good and fear of all that might go wrong.

In the midst of these turbulent emotions, a friend recently spoke some wise words that have brought some of my spiritual expectations for this adventure into greater focus. She spoke about creating "white space" in one's life, of having down time with no plans in it. If all this time becomes is a chance to rest without any pressure, then so be it. But who knows what God might choose to write on the blank slate if we have it and present it to him.

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One thing that has excited me from the beginning about this three-week long trek is that my daily responsibilities really do dwindle down to one single, daily job: to walk. If that's the only task I wake up to every day, compared to the past 9 months (or even 6 years), it is pretty uncomplicated. Such a single-minded occupation will certainly leave a lot of white space in my day.

So what do I want to have happen with this empty canvas? I want to see God to paint all over it; to show me wonders in nature, history, his Word, even himself. I desire for him to draw out truth and beauty that astound me anew. I hope to watch him sign his name over and over again until I'm confident and certain of the author of this adventure. May I fall in love with him all over again.