To commemorate mixed feelings and snow in March. To wonder at the awesomeness of God. To question where I have made my path...
I look to the future with excited anticipation, feeling the promise of airport terminals and concourses leading to new chapters. Sunlight which can't help but warm, and adventures promising new life to be found...
Tragedy as I feel the familiar tear of friendship. Bleeding vulnerably I don't know how to find a suitable bandage. Lost in the unknown it is the worst sort of pain coupled with the uncertainty of the prematurely opened - will they survive? Probably, but damage has been done here...
Exasperation marrs my evenings amongst the struggles of knowledge and long-term planning. Grappling with meaning and will and action...
God watches me, lifts my eyes, and strengthens my stride. Few answers but more peace amidst the questions.
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
About Me
- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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