The unsettled heart reaches solitude...Ah...Sweet release. Power that comes from somewhere besides our own flesh-it is outside of ourselves, yet somehow is also deep within us-sometimes erupting like a violent explosion and sometimes oozing through the porous layers of man's structure. It oozes now, thick and peaceful, a stream of hot lava threatening to scorch the poison of my selfish ambitions. I am awakened to the tune of a familiar song. It's lyrics tell the story of redemption. I visualize myself in my mind's eye tearing through walls of cellophane, pounding on thick doors until they, alas, open enough for me to run through and away from the stress induced mirages that exist behind me. I do not look back. I have been foolish, a coward, afraid to open my mouth to testify to the blessings that have been poured over me. Who am I to be quiet? I mask my silence with meaningless talk as if I were a clanging symbol. I am just that most of the time, lacking love for a people dying because of a lack of knowledge. I am just another searching soul. Where do our futures lie if we have no direction? We go in circles and become dizzy in the constant chase. STOP. I am caught off guard by the timing of it all. Who am I? No one until I embrace Jesus.
In Him I find completion, meaning, purpose.