now that is a word that use to be so easy for me to explain. Life was good. I knew where I belonged in those days. Well, at least in terms of at my church.... took me years to find out I belonged reaching out the the youth.
UNREST...
O, my soul is restless!
I know it now. I have the restless, wandering spirit of the Irish missionaries and gypsies of old. I knew by now I would be preparing to leave home. I knew it when I was 16. I wish I had listened to myself better. LOL! Oh to wander the open lands, going where He sends me!
PAINED...
The Sorrow and Loss of the past year, the Year of Sorrow, have left it's bitter scars. Death, losses, unwise choices, bitter wounds, and lessons learned. I may not be strong yet, but I am stronger from these trials. I am not praying for this life to be easy, just for the strength to make it.ACTION...
With this all summed up, I am starting to really prepare and pack today. My goal? That I might be able to give up all that which is no longer needed or useful for the journey. My time in Kansas is over... No matter how much longer I physically stay, I will live as if I am a visitor, a gypsy goth on the way to their next stop.
Father to You this Life, I commit!
~ Morria
