I had a dappled cat cross my path--black and white, not just black. I had the thought, "Such is life--some good, some bad," I would've interpreted the sign, if I was superstitious. but I'm not. Thus, I kept on my way, wind to my face, strain on my legs, faster, faster down unkempt roads on my beloved bike. It does me good to forget time, forget it's continual plodding. I know there's a reason; it's just a season of awfully slow.
But I'm in love. My heart bursts with the watercolor sunrise and the chill, and at night I'm lost in the wonder of the skies. I'm in love with the Maker of the Universe. I consider myself blessed. My joy is made complete. He is my fulfillment, my sustenance in this wasteland. How I long for Him.
Perhaps we're all a bit rushed. Take a step. Marvel in the profoundness of forward motion--what a gift: to be free to walk forward, free from the quicksand and clawing boney hands of sin. Take another step; think on Him. Thankfulness stirs at the pat of your feet.
If you find love, will it not ruin every moment you remember without it? Is it not to be sought after? Does not your whole being cry out in anguish at the pursuit? Does not your heart long each time for more and more?
There is a love that grows more satisfying with every sip. Each drop leaves you thirsty for more, and it knows no bounds.
Teach me how to walk in Your presence--and never leave.
That is my heart's cry, Karin. And so beautifully spoken. Thanks. Penny.
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