‘Happy are the people whose strength is in You, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.’ (Psalms 84:5 HCSB)
Pilgrimage. Long journey.
Hearts set on long journey.
Dearheart, here’s the deal: a farmer becomes a farmer when he looks out across the land and plans for crops. A runner becomes a runner when he takes his first jog. A tree is a real tree when it is still a little seed inside a pine cone.
You are meant to be a direct force, strong, effective. But, that part in you must be trained. All the myriad of slitty-eyed, evil forces clogs the thinking, locks your joints, crusts over fresh ideas, jams the pen and the brush. We rev up, only to be distract by “oh, well, maybe, tomorrow”. How many notes never get written, walls stand half-painted, scarves hide half-crocheted, all because the factory spews it’s poison and becomes habit.
Oh SweetOne, this is your day. It is an entirely personal, interior process with your Creator. You must be willing to engage your wildness to break away the chains – even though it might feel stone-stupid, like you’re sitting on top of a longhorn steer with emeralds spewing out of your mouth.
Fail if you must, it is ok.
But, nudge your way back onto your journey. Be intentional. Allow yourself to feel the pain of being transformed. Without pain, there is no progress. Let you fear jump out and bite you hard. It will pass. Paint your face.
Show your teeth.
Meet it head on.
Get it over with.
God Most High is your expert guide.
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