leaves

A chapter of sorts, a new leaf of a kind, though I don't see an italicized THE END anytime soon; a death of old and a murder of opportunity. I chose this, not that. I chose that, not this. I chose it with the full knowledge that should not even one go with me – my commitment still stands. Somehow when the rubber hits the road it hurts more than the daily wear it formerly undertook. Slow pain, slow death never feels quite so painful as the instantaneous blow bringing us back to the reality of manna and water. And so it ought to be. I asked for a way out of Egypt and a journey which would bring me close to Him. Will I throw up my hands, scatter the manna, and spit in the water because the trip isn’t as accommodating as I think it ought to be?

So, happy 2005. Turning over a new leaf, a new slice of manna, or forgetting both and hoping for better things, it proves to be an adventure nonetheless.