forward motion.

I feel my grip loosen...
I feel my heart returning...

Now, i can return to forward motion.

.

peace.
it does not mean to be in a place
where there is no noise, trouble
or hard work. it means to be in
the midst of those things and still
be calm in your heart.

homesick.

Why, oh Lord do you continue to tarry?

I cannot even express the longing that my soul and heart feels. Every day, I
look at the clouds passing overhead, hoping... just hoping that they
might roll back and reveal your coming glory.

Not a day goes by that I not to feel pangs of homesickness—
homesickness for a home that I have never seen.

Even now, I wish I could close my eyes and only open them when
your face is before me.

Every tear I am shedding is counted by you... just know, they
are tears of longing for your face.

my soul longs, yes, even faints
for the courts of the Lord.
My heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God. ps84.2

...my citizenship is in heaven...
I eagerly wait.

just look for it.

life is a perpetual haphazardness.

hence, there is something to be discovered behind every ephemeral moment.