Trust in the Lord and Keep Going
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.”
Proverbs 3:5–6
I’ve come to these words not because I have life figured out, but probably because I don’t.
There have been many times when I didn’t know what was going to happen next. Times when plans didn’t work out, when people left, when I had to accept things I didn’t want to accept, and when I found myself starting over in ways I never expected.
There were also moments when I simply felt tired.
Not physically tired, but tired in that deeper way where you don’t really know what to do with everything you’re carrying.
And yet, somehow, I kept going.
I don’t always understand, and that’s okay
I pray a lot.
But I wouldn’t describe myself as a very religious person.
I’m more of a prayerful person.
There is a difference for me.
I don’t always know the right words. I don’t always understand why things happen. Sometimes I question things. Sometimes I get disappointed. Sometimes I simply say, “Lord, I don’t understand this.”
And that’s usually where my prayer ends.
Because I have learned that I don’t always need an explanation.
I just need to trust.
I can be confused and still have faith.
I can be sad and still be grateful.
I can be disappointed and still believe that there is something beyond what I can see right now.
I look for a church when I travel
One of the things I make a point of doing when I travel is looking for a church.
It doesn’t matter if I’m in another city or another country.
If I have the chance, I’ll go.
Sometimes I don’t even stay very long.
I sit quietly. I pray. Sometimes I light a candle. Sometimes I just look around.
I don’t necessarily go because I want to attend a service or follow a particular religious practice.
I go because I like having a quiet place where I can stop for a moment.
I’ve walked into churches where I didn’t know anyone and sometimes didn’t understand the language being spoken. Yet there was something familiar about being there.
I could just sit.
No explanations.
No pretending.
Just me and my prayers.
And maybe that’s why I like doing it when I travel.
Travel can be exciting and busy. There are places to see, maps to follow, restaurants to find, trains to catch, photographs to take.
But every now and then, I need somewhere quiet.
A place where I can pause and remember that my life is bigger than whatever problem is occupying my mind that day.
Then I walk back outside and continue my trip.
I find my coffee.
I take photographs.
I explore another street.
I get on a Grab and probably check Google Maps five times. 😂
And I keep going.
Keeping going doesn’t always look brave
I think we sometimes make strength sound too dramatic.
For me, keeping going isn’t always some great act of courage.
Sometimes it’s just going to work when I would rather stay in bed.
Sometimes it’s driving home after a long day.
Sometimes it’s calling my children.
Sometimes it’s doing the things I need to do even when I don’t feel particularly motivated.
Sometimes it’s making myself a coffee and deciding that today is another day worth showing up for.
And sometimes, keeping going means admitting that I’m having a difficult day instead of pretending I’m not.
I still have days when I feel lonely.
I still get homesick.
I can have a wonderful trip with my children and then feel a little sad when the trip ends and I have to go back to my normal routine.
I can be happy and sad on the same day.
I’ve learned that these things can exist together.
Life doesn’t have to be one emotion at a time.
I don’t need to have everything figured out
Maybe getting older has changed the way I look at life.
When I was younger, I thought I needed to know where I was going.
Now, I’m more comfortable knowing that I don’t.
I still make plans.
Of course I do.
I search for places before I travel. I look at the map. I check hotels. I think about how close I want to be to the places I want to visit. I plan my days.
But I’ve also learned to leave some room for things I didn’t plan.
A different road.
A little café I didn’t know existed.
A conversation with someone I wasn’t expecting to meet.
A place that wasn’t on my itinerary.
Life has taught me that not everything worth remembering was planned.
I still have dreams
Being 51 doesn’t mean I have stopped dreaming.
If anything, I think I’m more aware now that I shouldn’t keep postponing the things that make me happy.
I still want to travel.
I still want to write.
I still want to discover new places.
I still get excited about a good coffee shop, a beautiful view, a thrift shop find, a quiet beach, or a city I’ve never explored before.
I still have stories in my head that I want to put into words.
I still have things I want to learn and things I want to create.
There are still places on my map that I haven’t visited.
And I like that.
It means there is still something ahead of me.
So this is where I am now
I don’t know what the next chapter of my life will look like.
I don’t know where I’ll be a few years from now.
I don’t know which plans will work out and which ones I’ll eventually have to let go of.
But I don’t feel the same need anymore to have all the answers.
I’ll make my plans.
I’ll do my part.
I’ll pray.
And then I’ll trust God with the parts I cannot control.
That’s really what my mantra has become.
Not a complicated philosophy.
Not something I repeat because it sounds good.
Just something I’ve learned through living.
Trust in the Lord.
When I don’t understand.
When I’m afraid.
When plans change.
When I have to start again.
When I don’t know what’s next.
And then:
Keep going.
One ordinary day after another.
One prayer after another.
One journey after another.
Maybe that’s enough.
Maybe I don’t need to know the whole road.
Maybe I just need to trust the One who sees it.
And take the next step.
Trust in the Lord and keep going.
That’s how I want to live the rest of my story.
St. Lorenz Church, Nuremberg, Germany 🇩🇪⛪️
One of the churches I visited while traveling. I always try to find a church wherever I go, not necessarily because I consider myself religious, but because I am a prayerful person. I like having a quiet place to pause, say a prayer, and simply be still for a while.
Fun fact: St. Lorenz Church dates back to around
1250, and its two towers rise about
80 and 81 meters above Nuremberg’s old town. It also has one of the largest pipe organs in the world, with around
12,000 pipes and 165 registers.
📍
St. Lorenz Church (Lorenzkirche), Lorenzer Platz 10, Nuremberg, Germany📍
St. Peter’s Church (Peterskirche), Heidelberg, Germany 🇩🇪
A quiet stop during my travels. 🙏🏻❤️
Fun fact: St. Peter’s Church is considered the
oldest church in Heidelberg, with origins dating back to the
12th century.
I may not be the most religious person, but I am a prayerful one. Wherever I travel, I always try to find a church, pause for a while, and say a little prayer.
-jhiebeyondborders💖
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