Searching
People move through our lives in often very small and simple ways. Sometimes we meet for a moment, an hour, a week, a year, a decade. We make friends, lose friends, remain friends though distance pulls us apart. We affect others. That means act upon, cause, change. The effect is what comes after. It's the ripples and waves that follow the storm. Or the warmth that follows the sun rising. The chill that follows its setting. Here I am at the end of another semester. Closing things up, putting things aside that never got done. This time, I have an unsettled feeling, everything in limbo. I'm not sure what's next and it's very hard to sit back and wait for the future to come. Every hour, every moment rolling closer like a train on it's track during a midnight ride. I cannot see the horizon, only these tracks right in front of me as I push on forward. And it's scary. I'm supposed to wait upon the Lord. I'm ...