The wanderlust has been kicking into overdrive over the past few days. I can’t seem to find peace in physical stillness- my legs ache to walkrunskip miles and my eyes yearn to see blue skies and mountains and my skin wants the caress of a cool wind reeling past and carrying away the restlessness of my heart. I can’t definitively put my finger on what brings this on… i suppose it’s always there at the edges of my mind and the only thing i can do is engage in distraction techniques… unfortunately i haven’t found a distraction technique which completely gets rid of a simmering sense of frustration.
I’m ashamed to say that in some moments, where the simmering boils over, i wonder what i might have done if i hadn’t become a medic… if i’d had the freedom denied by cultural heritage to just run… if i’d not been so loaded with my own fears and insecurities about the world. Would I have been free to reach the heights and travel the distance?
And what precious gifts would I have lost in the alternative?
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All praise is due to the Lord of the Worlds
The impatient, self-deceiving soul longs to reach the top of the mountain tower stretching out in front, but fears the difficulty of the path that has to be travelled. How much easier it is to look into the distance horizon and see the beauty of the silhouetted landscape in the burnished sunset, and wish to be there instead.
Up ahead, just around the corner and out of sight, and regardless of whether they are ever reached, spring’s wildflowers alongside that spirit-path continue to sway and whisper His eternal praises.
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