Truly unbelievable is the idea that in two short weeks I will be heading blindly into a land completely foreign to me. Enjoying life is all too often made a task rather than priority. However, it is in the task that we come to value the mighty hand of God and also that which we hold dear, the comfortable. Necessities become luxuries and possessions, gifts. We see through new eyes and demonstrate a dependence we never thought we would need. Surely, this experience will be grand, a loving gesture from One greater than I.
My thoughts constantly go in directions that I cannot control; yet I feel that those dreams pale in comparison to the ones that lie ahead. If only I could pack up my world and take it with me; then others might also enjoy what waits of the other side of the ocean. Though I wish I could walk hand in hand with those I love, there comes a time when one must travel the road alone, trusting the unseen. For me, the change of seasons may not be so much a literal event as it will be a foreshadowing of the turning of my own life's pages. The story seems monotonous at times, but then again, maybe I forget to read between the lines or maybe I drift off. We must continue to turn the pages so that we may catch even a glimpse of what we have been blessed to have been made a part of.
There exists in our midst a Greatness unfathomable to the human mind. Why does the wind blow? How do the birds stay in flight? For me, logic and understanding are nonexistent in the equation of this life. I've learned the beginnings of a wonderful lesson-I do not have to crack the code or solve any mystery to find fulfillment. I am simply to live and breathe, and in doing so, I will be constantly responding to the creative commission of the author of the story.
Only time will tell of the adventures and stories that have yet to occur. I anxiously await each moment when those stories are breathed into existence. May I never yield to settling. A teacher once reminded me that we have not been given a spirit of fear; it is to those words of hope that I cling as I leap into the waters of an unfamiliar sea.
My thoughts constantly go in directions that I cannot control; yet I feel that those dreams pale in comparison to the ones that lie ahead. If only I could pack up my world and take it with me; then others might also enjoy what waits of the other side of the ocean. Though I wish I could walk hand in hand with those I love, there comes a time when one must travel the road alone, trusting the unseen. For me, the change of seasons may not be so much a literal event as it will be a foreshadowing of the turning of my own life's pages. The story seems monotonous at times, but then again, maybe I forget to read between the lines or maybe I drift off. We must continue to turn the pages so that we may catch even a glimpse of what we have been blessed to have been made a part of.
There exists in our midst a Greatness unfathomable to the human mind. Why does the wind blow? How do the birds stay in flight? For me, logic and understanding are nonexistent in the equation of this life. I've learned the beginnings of a wonderful lesson-I do not have to crack the code or solve any mystery to find fulfillment. I am simply to live and breathe, and in doing so, I will be constantly responding to the creative commission of the author of the story.
Only time will tell of the adventures and stories that have yet to occur. I anxiously await each moment when those stories are breathed into existence. May I never yield to settling. A teacher once reminded me that we have not been given a spirit of fear; it is to those words of hope that I cling as I leap into the waters of an unfamiliar sea.
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