The Days to Come

By: Savanna Proffit

Days to come,

They are full of questions:

Will they be days filled with fun?

Dancing under the sun?

Or days of rain and sorrow?

Hardship and pain?

Struggle after struggle?

It’s hard to say,

No one really knows,

But God.

I don’t know what my future holds.

What my days to come will bring.

I still have dreams and ideas.

I’m always thinking of different things.

Some days all I want are animals,

A garden to grow things till my heart’s content,

A greenhouse for the winter,  

A nice farmhouse,

A barn, 

Sometimes all I want is a simple life in the days to come.

Other days I want to travel the world.

Try Italy’s pasta or England’s Yorkshire pudding.

See the ancient ruins of Ireland and Scotland.

Visit the birthplace of Jesus Christ, my Savior.

Go to Alaska to hunt or to Trinidad to experience food with great flavor.

The days to come could bring this traveling fun.

Still, some days all I want is to be an elementary school teacher.

To write on a whiteboard,

See the light in a child’s eyes as they get the hang of reading,

Get to know the kids and their quirks,

See their personalities and values change,

See their progress in learning and growing throughout the year.

A day here and there is spent wishing to stay a child.

Not wanting to grow up,

To stay safe at home where the world can’t hurt me,

To not have the worries of growing up and leaving the nest,

Sometimes I wish the days to come, did not have to come at all,

That I could be stuck in this time,

Where getting older wasn’t a process.

But the days will come, they will.

Sometimes I find myself hoping that the days to come will allow me the pleasure

of hearing the little pitter-patter of tiny feet

Run down the hall when their daddy gets home,

The pleasure of sitting by a fire wrapped in the arms of the man I will love,

Holding the little chubby cheeks of a three-year-old child.

Sometimes I feel the Lord leading me to a life on the Mission field,

Flying overseas to countries far away,

Running an orphanage with a friend,

Or building shelters for those who need a shield.

Again and again, I think that taking Jesus to the poor and needy across oceans,

Is the path God wants me to follow.

So many paths to take,

Which one is right, I’m not sure.

The days to come are still full of questions.

Will they be filled with children’s happy cries,

Or seeing the poor become rich with God’s love?

Will they be filled with storm clouds,

Or will the sun’s bright rays shine down on my head?

What will the days to come bring?

No one knows,

But God.