Clothe me in humility...

"What makes you think I'll be able to make friends? What makes you think I'll even be able to breathe out there?..."
The wind whispered around the trees, the sun cascading a brilliant sea of colors around every sort of shadow dancing in the door frames. A lawn mower broke through concentration and the constant screams of children bring her in and out of her debated self brooding of misery. She speaks, a soft voice breaking through the brash arrangement of furniture and silence,
"What makes you assume that I can make it through these next few days, these next few hours? God, are you even listening?"
She's pacing back and forth on the wooden floors. The groan and creaks of each step make her more anxious, more afraid of the words that are to come, or the silence. She's drawing pictures of stick figure masterpieces on the walls, listening to the clock tick, tock, tick, tock...waiting. Just waiting. And this waiting is making her mad with anticipation. Bringing her to a breaking discovery that she is going to have to surrender in humility.
"Why can't you just speak to me? Lord, I just want a word of affirmation. I'm so afraid. How will I know if this move is what I'm suppose to do. It's so far away, so firm and ending once I get there. I feel like it's a place I cannot leave, I won't be coming back...Everyone is telling me that it will be beautiful and a fresh start, that I will fall in love with the scenery and the people, but why would I want to leave? What reason to I have to go except your gentle push, the persuasive voice coming from my family. I know you've heard me mutter under my breath how I feel, but Dad, I hate this. I really do...Do you care?..."
She fights change. She fights the movement of difference, and yet, what is she to do when God calls her to a different place.
No one believes it's the right decision. Her friends are all pleading with her to stay but God has aligned each and every step she is to go, with on foot in front of the other.

...Clothe me in humility, remind me that I come before a King. He is seated on a throne of gold, dressed in white. Clothe me in humility, so I won't have to face my Father. The eyes of one who knows, but isn't disappointed. Clothe me in humility...