There are moments like this where I look at my life and I simply cannot comprehend the vast difference a mere 365 days makes.
A year ago I was anticipating classes, and frankly had no idea what to expect of the new season I found myself in.
The lack of knowledge of what tomorrow holds is still present, but in a new sense. Beyond the counter which I will spend several consecutive hours of my day behind - I truly know not what to anticipate.
There are moments where my mind whirls with all the possibilities - other pauses where I sit and chuckle, wondering what AM I to do?
There is this delightful aura to the life I'm leading at the moment. One of tales not yet unfolded and dreams like a kite flying unfettered in my mind's wind.
This path is scattered with grinds, lined with the friendliest of faces, and I'm being led by my ever-present Guide. To stand and wander down this path - new to me, yet known to Him, is to enter in to the grand expedition. Of which I know not what each day holds, but only
Who holds it.
Whether it contain warm embers of kindred hearts, or if it will bring with it a bridge to traverse over hurt in to healing. Each step is taken in the print of the One that walks before me. With Whom I shall know no fear.
