Steady Feet

I'm sitting in one of a million Starbucks found in side of a slice of cultural fruit that seems to swarm with hustle and bustle of different direction and destination.
Important meeting and catching
Up. There are parts of me that wonder if I will randomly run into someone I know simply because Gods got humor like that.
But now I am "home" a place I have somehow been so homesick for in the past and now feel so relived to be back and taking rest to a whole new level...
I have not been scarred into silence. I have been weened and seasoned into listening more and speaking less. Reflecting these layers of senses and emotion.




Sinking into these comforts that are my feet on crooked sidewalks from roots of trees reclaiming ground while the smell of coal lingers in this electric city. I see lights but am hesitant to step into it. Fearful that this step will cause me to sink deep into what I had thought this place always was. A black hole of despair.
But no. God has shown me a new light to this. I don't know how it will work out. Possessions are worthless with the surpassing of know Christ Jesus my Lord. I consider it ALL rubbish.
I will not let scars define me. Nor will I let echoes of Satan discourage and make me believe that I am unworthy of these adventures. That I am not good at adventuring. That this all will end if I leave the majestic woods.
If I travel back to where I once was, how it will be nothing but mediocracy and monotony. But these things, through them, we must be diligent in seeking them through and through. To rediscover adventure at its finest, the unknown.
- Keep adventuring.