As I’ve traveled the country these past few weeks for my new book “I’ve Been Thinking…”, I’ve had the opportunity to meet thousands of people.
In my conversations, I’ve been struck by the number of people of all ages who have told me that they feel as though they are in “transition.”
Yes, that’s the word that keeps coming up over and over. Transition.
“I just got out of college and I’m in transition.” “I just left my job and I’m in transition. “I used to be a lawyer and now I’m a stay-at-home mom, so I’m in transition.” “My kids just left for college…” “I just got fired from my job…” “My boyfriend just left me…” “My mother just died…” “I’m a caregiver and I can’t make ends meet and I’m in transition…” And the list goes on.
Even Bishop T.D. Jakes preached about transition last Sunday when I attended his extraordinary service at the Potter’s House Church in Dallas. He preached about transition and all of the confusion that comes with it. (You can watch our conversation below in today’s Sunday Paper.)
Transition, for so many of us, is indeed confusing and scary. It requires us to step into the unknown, and then reside there for a beat (or for quite some time). It requires faith. It requires courage. It requires strength, stamina and trust. Lots of trust.
Another thing I’ve learned is that transition requires silence. It requires getting quiet so that we can hear that small voice within. We have to still ourselves so that we can find that voice of ours that resides below the confusion and beneath the noise.
That is the voice that isn’t confused. That’s the voice that is clear. It’s clear, it’s strong and it’s all-knowing. It’s our inner voice, and it’s ours alone.
At times when we may feel confused or unmoored, our inner voice is not.