Tired.
She was tired. There is too much going on. It was that time in the journey you can only remember seeing the scorching sun, and there is no one else but you. And all you see are mountains and mountains waiting for you to climb. The hill before her seem so difficult to climb, suddenly loneliness becomes her company.
She is lost.
The passion, its missing. What was she fighting for, she cannot recall. One decision lead to another and another and now she isn't sure if the very place she is stnading is where she wanted ot be in the first place.
She holds on.
She didn't need rest, she didn't need a break, all she needed was re-assurance. In His beautiful letters she recalled the words- there is nothing He would give that she cannot handle. This place she is in now, this position, this circumstance are all happening for a reason. Yes, she is still tired. But with what little reassurance she has, she holds on.
It is well with my soul.
The journey is going to be long, and it would be even longer if you remain walking without knowing what used to make you run and fly. Maybe its time to journey back to where it all begun. Back to the passion, the dream, the heart.
