Empty thoughts. Empty words. Soundless voices ringing in my ears. A multitude of options, but not one right choice. How? I ask you. When. Where. Why. I walked for miles.
To only take the train back to the station where I first found my destination. I rather be footless, than aimless. Taking the wrong steps one after another.
Instead of seeing that my right step is found in the one place where I first discovered how to walk. Seek you? But How? ... it's not a method, but a lifestyle. It's not just a lifestyle.
But actual life. Pouring in. Sinking in. Drenched in everlasting hope. Eternal love and grace. I haven't lost my way. I simply stopped walking and started limping. My steps begin to drag.
Each step heavier than the one before. Slowly growing closer to the ground. Until finally my knees give out...
But see there's such beauty in being on the ground. A beauty that doesn't fade with time. I feel life drawing near. Slowly lifting me up, first one leg, then the next. I'm still weak.
But life is still breathing into me. Telling me. Hold on just a little. I'm working on your legs. See they were slightly bent and growing weak.
But I'm adding a layer of strength, so that they won't brake easily. See I don't want you to just walk, not even to run. I need your legs to take the leap. Because I'll take you up into the air.
Where they will be free. No more dragging, no more bending. You're meant to soar. This is only training. This is only preparation. This will make you stronger. This is part of redemption.
This is freedom. Because to live, is to have freedom. What I pour into you won't last you a decade, not even a century, it comes from the river that never runs dry.
This life is infinite and boundless.