|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.
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!|