Treading New Feet

    New beginnings are funny because they really help bring perspective. In my journey the concept of new beginning has taken on so many different forms. It has manifested in a new job, a new location, a new relationship, a new challenge, coming out of a storm; going in to the storms. Perhaps not going into storms of life? If yours are anything like mine. I’m usually moseying along in life, when like driving in to the rain progressively the storm unveils itself. However, if we are being objective storms are a new beginning. Torrential winds and all. 

     I have come to realize I clip my own wings when I align with fear, doubt, are the belief that because no one in my view has accomplished the dreams I see in my heart. It would not be so bad if it did not seem like circumstance did not amen those treacherous voices. For me that is when faith activates. Yes, I should thrive in this space. We all should dwell in the realm of knowing. Knowing that all things work together for our good. Knowing that no weapon formed against us shall prosper. Knowing that we are loved with an everlasting love. It is because I know these things that I find my sobering moments in the times of transition. Embarking on yet another new beginning for me is joyous, uncomfortable, exciting, inspiring, but, the journey continues. 

     I apologize that it is has taken so long to reach out. If you are like me then you sometimes forget who you are. I am a child of the Most High. The Truth that we know will set us free from those imaginary vices. Thank you for being on this life journey with me. I will make sure to write again before the end of July.

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  1. UnknownJuly 27, 2018 at 9:40 AM

    Love this! Your courage and strength is inspiring! Wishing you the absolute best in this new journey.

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