“Turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn“ -The Birds
Like A blank slate, empty sheet, open window or open road, there is a series of ebbs and flows that begins with a single step, one heartfelt prayer, an iron will. It’s that will which brings our knees to press forward while shaking, or our chin to raise in defiance at whatever is thrown our way regardless of cost, of circumstance. Make the jump, take the leap, step out on that tiny space of faith with which you know nothing of the future with certainty. That is the blank space, the heartfelt plea, the cradled plea to not stay the same, to find the road less traveled and move through the air with the greatest of ease, knowing with certainty that you are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, there is literally no where where you can go where you are not found, known, loved, accepted. Where faith, is born of fear, uncertainty gives rise to peace, and destruction makes way to redemption.
This is the promise of tomorrow, the chance for nothing to stay the same, unchanging, unyielding. And all of this is yours, all the peace you can muster can bring you happiness for a time, but deeply lasting and forever peace comes from deciding of will, bending , not breaking and becoming alive again through the process. Walk the journey, live the faith, present the gospel, be the witness and when necessary, use words, for they have the power to harm, or to heal.
Life is an ocean, love is a boat, I. Troubled waters, it keeps us afloat”…
“Now these three abound, faith, hope, and love, and the greatest of these is love” 1 Cor 13:13
Be well,
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