On a ride with Honor |
As I explored in my last blog, an ending is also a beginning, so even though it is not without angst, it is still good. Going through a door means leaving a room behind, and in big or small ways, we are not the same when next we enter.
All of life, in a way, is a passage from known to unknown. When we experience the unfamiliar, we seek to establish an equilibrium, a familiarity, so that we can relax and understand at least part of what we are living.
Skye |
Our spirits strain against such things, I think, and our eternal-ness, like a captive bird, flies against the bars of a cage we have forged ourselves--forged of comfort and familiarity. We bid our hearts be satisfied with a warm meal and a bed at the end of a day, when we were really made to climb the heights and plumb the depths of a thousand fresh horizons.
Here we have no continuing city, and deep is calling us ever deeper. If there is a threshold before us, let us don the armor of braver days, and whether it be big or small, may we step forward and embrace what is to come!
New Paths Await! |