Wednesday, September 2, 2009


A story awaits its telling.

Some parts are clear in the mind, vivid and colorful in the details. Other parts are obscured by shadows, with only vague shapes moving through even vaguer actions. And many parts are black-hole voids that hold infinite possibilities—both for advancement and utter destruction.

Danger pluses. It thrills. It terrifies. And the journey is so long and fraught with unknowns. And what is known—it provides no comfort.

Who dares to go forward? Everything gained could be lost, and other paths—easier, safer paths—exist.

Yet the journey must be taken. The story must be told. If I don’t do it, who will?

1 comment:

Rachel Rossano said...

Providential blessings on your journey. :) May it be exciting and profound. :)