Let your soul be your pilot

This past Sunday I went to mass again. It was exactly where I needed to be on a bitterly cold morning ... we were celebrating the second Sunday of Advent. After a long, long absence i've returned to St. Joan of Arc church in Minneapolis where their tag line is We Welcome you wherever you are on your journey. The message for last Sunday's mass was of trusting the God voice within as we search for answers in the wilderness ... Wild Hope is what the sermon was about. The previous Sunday it was Wild Awakening.

 And during mass one of the SJA choir members sang a song by Sting that just touched me deeply, "Let Your Soul be Your Pilot." While he sang, the lyrics of the song were flashed on screen for us to follow along. I realized that when I hit my lowest moment a couple of weeks ago, that God and my Papa took control ... and now I am learning, at what feels like at a snail's pace, to listen to the God voice within me.

This morning I meet with my doctor to continue the evaluation of what is causing the high RBCs in my urine. I've also been so fatigued these past few days and unable to stay awake past 7 or 7:30 at night. I wake up with my stomach feeling like it's on fire and my hands and feet are always freezing. And tomorrow I head back down to Mayo to meet with the pancreatic specialist.

And as more doctor appointments approach, I pray .... Dear God, I entrust my life and my journey over to You. Give me strength and courage to walk these coming days and months. And give me the wisdom to hear Your voice within me, in the wilderness and in the angels you have placed around me.

Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot

Let your soul be your pilot

Let your soul guide you

He'll guide you well

When you're down and they're counting

When your secrets all found out

When your troubles take to mounting

When the map you have leads you to doubt

When there's no information

And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well

Let your soul be your pilot

Let your soul guide you

He'll guide you well

When the doctors failed to heal you

When no medicine chest can make you well

When no counsel leads to comfort

When there are no more lies they can tell

No more useless information

And the compass spins

The compass spins between heaven and hell

Let your soul be your pilot

Let your soul guide you

He'll guide you well

And your eyes turn towards the window pane

To the lights upon the hill

The distance seems so strange to you now

And the dark room seems so still

Let your pain be my sorrow

Let your tears be my tears too

Let your courage be my model

That the north you find will be true

When there's no information

And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well

Let your soul be your pilot

Let your soul guide you

Let your soul guide you

Let your soul guide you upon your way...