The tears and the raining agonies of trials beyond contention file themselves appropriately in the dirt at my feet. What weight the idea of pressures, cooking, forcing us to change even when we are certain it will mean our death to do just that. What dream is this a man capable of tears and smiles in the midst of trials and burden?

Falling over myself to answer the call upon this person I am becoming. Cannot confidently predict how this seemingly powerless man will recover to win, place or show at fall fair. Surety was an illusion believing that no matter what came at me I would meet it with greater; confidence, attitude and tactic. How to know the unknowable?

In a season of chrysalis, lying in wait for changes to repair, changes and transformation beyond my anticipation or prognostication. Imaginary emergence to the applaud of thousands seeing my recreation and welcoming me into the system of adoration. No, this launch was made at first light, acquainting me with Him.

To what imagination must I attend knowing that my thoughts have been inadequate since call to declaration? What is a man left with that is his own when all has died, passed away, born again of a seed beyond comprehension the works of Soveriegnty? Nothing, Everything challenging the limits, no, erasing and rewriting programs.

Look ahead to yonder mountain that moments ago did not exist or yet had been hidden from sight of temporary mortality. Of course the words escape, for certain the ideas present themselves; a cavalcade, avalanche of new thinking, equipping, building, erecting a new substrate. What will God build upon this new thing He created?