Lord,
You’ve indulged me in this liminal space for a while now,
patiently letting me get my bearings
before I step off the threshold between what was and what will be.

It’s easy to get stuck on that threshold,
easy to stand in the doorway,
balanced on the broad beam of promise.

But when the threshold narrows
to the thinnest edge between Past and Future,
“Now” loses its balance.
It shifts from a broad beam of promise
to the narrow cusp of change.

Lord,
as I step over the threshold,
falling off the cusp,
I trust you to catch me.
I trust you to lead me.
I trust you to change me.

Lord, I put my trust in you. Amen.