Unsuspected anticipation for the next thing. On some roster unspoken, having signed up for the journey’s end and beginning. To what do these things lead? Certainly not only my own fulfillment but the promises of great and indescribably things hereafter. Wondering how to position ourselves for the next scene we practice and announce our intention, only to be confounded at their morphing.

These are the days of coordinated effort some refer to as waiting. Yet in attendance to the promise and faithful direction of God, what then is delayed that we should classify it tedium? There is no waiting but rather walking in new timing, direction and the Will of His objectives. No more presumption or color characterization in this purpose extranormal by worldly wording. For I am not my own, nor are these objectives, efforts and activities designed to achieve my outcomes.

Free from the stagnant or ambitious pursuit of gold and pleasure customary to the man in the middle. Now the bridge, the twain, in body, mind and treasure. We have found our way, not that all are lost that have not, but they yet understand direction or perhaps the mercy of alternative. Unassuaged, twisted or accommodating to the indifferent or the unusual comfort rides with me. No longer alone, no longer a heart of stone or simply flesh and bone, but now something the universe recognizes in King’s Blood.