A Prayer for the travelers
In this season of my walk, I am awakened amidst the vision that He has bestowed upon me.
Seeking His face despritely trusting that I have not missed the timing of this all.
Fumbling with blinded eyes, not to punish but to protect me.
The building and stretching go on to what He so fashions.
I am that clay on the potter's wheel, yielding myself to be molded. In this motion.
Motion, now taking action.
Lead me.
Guide me.
-Your presence and provision are girded about me.
--Going before me, protection about me, concealing behind me.
Your Love is perfect.
And perfect is this walk I find myself talking on paths that meet me as a stumble with each step taken in a sleepy haze.
Moving, traveling on...
I wish this love I have come to know for everyone traveling, stumbling through life, finding The Way.