time

It is no wonder that Blue and Orange are complimentary colors on the charts -- they originated in the sky.

And so I drive, looking at the sunset over my left shoulder, leaving behind more than I ever have before and less than ever expected. My foot eases on the gas pedal, I'll take this road slowly, it takes a little getting used to.

Because it isn't what I expect, life rarely is. Even more so, because it isn't what I want, not even close. I have been learning to turn and walk away, but no one said the turning is the hardest part. The moment when decision must mark my move and when fierce determination is my burden is the moment I haven't yet come to. Like the disciple who said,˜Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief." It wasn't that he didn't already believe and know that good things were up ahead, it was that he needed something stronger than his own will and his own design to push him to an unseen goal.

It's not that I can't see what should be, it's that I'm not sure that my should be and His will be, are the same.

My foot eases on the gas pedal, I'll take this road slowly, it takes a little getting used to, and I'm fine just enjoying the view.

And then it's gone, almost as suddenly as it came. They sky is a purple grey, and soon the trees and silos are dark silhouettes obstructing the horizon. I realize just as suddenly that the world will not cease turning, waiting for me to wrestle through all the things which command my minds attention and my hearts energies.

It's time.

On a lighter note, a dear one and I discussed farming the other day.