Rest.
Sometimes life does silly flips in dizzying cartwheel twirls. Other times change creeps through crevices of the mind. Rarely, do I feel like I am moving forward without dredging through a thick mud. If not overcome by frustration, I do observe my surroundings progressing against the landscape. I have to remain focused in order to recover from the wooziness of the swirling circumstances, or be aware of the subtle changes in the landscape, and My movement is not always in a straight line, and can appear aimless, but I am moving in a direction.
I am walking home.
I also am not walking alone. My walking partner is patiently waiting for me to interact and continue on and even enjoy the beauty along the way. I have found any time I make a stand or resolve myself to a direction shift, the focus becomes more determined on fixing the present problem. I wonder if I just asked my companion, who seems to be walking in ease, if I would find an easier pleasurable path.
I am going to the home He created for me, but that journey is a long way to completion and repeatedly, He waits for me to rest.
Why won't I?
I am walking home.
I also am not walking alone. My walking partner is patiently waiting for me to interact and continue on and even enjoy the beauty along the way. I have found any time I make a stand or resolve myself to a direction shift, the focus becomes more determined on fixing the present problem. I wonder if I just asked my companion, who seems to be walking in ease, if I would find an easier pleasurable path.
I am going to the home He created for me, but that journey is a long way to completion and repeatedly, He waits for me to rest.
Why won't I?
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