Wilderness
Is it a slow death, something extra cruel, a whittling away of sanity and peace and purpose with every passing year? Did I ever hear the voice of God, His direction spoken to my heart? Or did I hear what I needed when everything was falling apart? Here I am again in the wilderness wandering with my feet raking over terrain, shedding any protection I thought I could gain, through faith, through trying, through begging and crying, by being strong, by being smart, by ignoring my heart, but nothing will keep the wolves at bay when the night commences from day and nothing can cancel the unspeakable tragedy. I’m here wherever that is and I keep walking, loyal to the God that I trust hears my crying. Imperfect, weak, driven to finish what I can’t even see, always hoping and believing, for the love of so many, I keep walking.
