If it were easy it wouldn’t have taken Divine intervention to produce it.

When I reminisce about this sustaining force of life. I am stopped in my tracks in the realization that I have made it this far. Awe stricken standing in a rain I could neither coax nor convince, tears erased and made simple in the sky’s deluge, there is nothing but the reality of my absent controls.

Why strive when worry is nonsensical? Why rage in spiritual storm when calm comes in brief request? Why lash out when God Almighty has a perfect plan for each man, even those we never met?

Things have not gone the way I depicted or approved. When reviewing my manuscript the characters and scenes are clearly written by another hand than mine. Certainly, there can be purpose in outcomes frustrated? Is it in the surrender one finds in those mechanisms insufficient to make things turn out my way?

To the East go where God’s wind blows your heart. There is no right but that which brings you to the foot of the throne and beyond. I am no prayerful warrior that holds the only light worth following. Or am I?

This was meant to be a family affair. Yet, to my reckoning even I pursue the path that rises to meet my sullen and swollen feet. And I weep when I am tortured to trudge the path of most resistance, even as my legs grow in girth and strength.

I am not alone but the enemy strives to reach the old me in agreement. Even in the winds of raging mountain skies am I affixed to the rock of ages. Thank you so much Lord for the choice of digging deep. May these roots find wealth of soil, purpose and heart in the completion of your willing faith.

There is no follow left beyond the commitment to Christ’s skinny path. I am no longer reluctant to hear and obey the Word, but rather inclined by nature to obedience. All the fear, construction traffic and noise are part and parcel of a man died already. In Birth I was not rid of the caustic hope in temporality, but given a new road and challenges to become born anew.