This I face anew.  Rising with the dawn, sunny skies or gray the knowledge of a new start mirrors my waking.  Yesterday, not forgotten, but replayed as a new insertion in the guidebook of my growth, I look to that which lay before me with expectation.  Remembering Him, who guides each step I begin with smile, refueled through opportunity.  What face I this day, this morn, this happy afternoon?

Who the people, that perchance I may gather as new friends, students, cousins, Brothers?  Their ideas each wondrous, asking, inquiring, pleading for hope and answer.  These treasures are captured for eternity, never to rust, be broken, stolen or lost, awaiting my arrival at the footsteps of dawn.  I revel in the knowing of each person to whom I am accustomed.  May this newness of meeting preserve the fruits of my understanding.

Faces, places and things, bringing experience and emotion.  Shall they be feared, dodged, limited as input, apprehended to overwhelm?  Or perhaps accumulated, sifted, shaken, reviewed and stored as puzzle pieces or clues to humanity?  Interaction is not a fraction of life lived but the greater sum of the lesser parts.  For within hearts are stored reflections of God and wickedness to be read, fed and bothered.  Stirred up in reaction to this illustrious gift called life.  What shall come of this energetic beginning?  I look to hope and know that it certainly will become a great day.  The judgment is not mine only the perspective, coloring my view with amber or crimson or nightshade.  How then do I see tomorrow if I refuse to view today?

I giggle as I walk, slowly at first and then wobbling quite swiftly.  I lead on, daring you to follow.  Into a future that only a child can see, pregnant with opportunity, people and life strewn in regalia before us. Singing in harmony with the song of my mind, I remember the smells of Mom’s kitchen.  Burgers burnt, veggies buttered and bread so tender and fresh, but even more acute are the faces of their youth.  Excited, expectant, frightened and alert to the unknown, but ready to crack on into the undetermined.  Oh that somewhere in the desperate night those hopeful faces had not been stolen by that thief of consumption, but renewed at the coming of the light esteemed in the knowledge of God and His peace eternal.