And Waiting for the depths of my fulfillment.  What a blessing disguised as maybes or opportunities to help some who have lost their way.  At the outset, in the city it was pride that held me over.  My ability and capacity to out perform everyone else in stride.  But to do so caused an illness that fed off of your lacking victory.  A human sycophant I truly wished for my gain to become your loss.  Now, apparently since I hunger not for the foods of humanity I am abject failure in the eye of man.  There’s a reason we can’t see a similar understanding that has to do with the separation of spirit and the physical realms.  Can you hear that lowly whisper that beckons me to my knees?  I’ve forgotten you have not the ears to hear what the spirit is crying out to all.  Oh Lord Jesus in this moment grant my wishes to have them see you in the clear of day, for in darkness they stay lonely, devoid of the hope you provide.

The way ahead filled with obstacles, minefields and ranges set before me to promote my concession.  But I love this way, this difficult path, that requires I grow in order to get anywhere.  For, I have a counselor with all knowledge, leading me as Teacher and Guide.  In this journey, I finds tools and weapons to aide in the battle for which all men were designed.  There is wisdom, and maturity with patience and eventually faith.  Tasting the fruits of the bread of life and the water that leaves no man thirsty I am refreshed at every pass, wondering boisterously to the valleys below.

God how can things which are wrong be right?  Definitions are specific, not allowing a wide variance of interpretation, yet as men we desperately need to develop arguments that support our wisdom gone astray.  Must I humor derangement in order to reside in harmony with those under self-induced slumber?  These feet were made to be shod for the quickest path to peace, yet when men have apparently lost their mental faculties, how does harmony aid in their recovery?  Please believe me when I say that all I’ve wanted is to blend with the pride, but to do so would leave my Saviour standing and knocking outside.  I will open the door, no matter the resistance, no matter the forceful winds howling outside or battles cry for my Maker awaits, alive and ready to come in sup with each of us.  Amen.