I walked an unknown path not knowing where it would lead—Exciting and frightening. With time as my limit, I wondered where the path would take me if I had a full day to explore. There was a strange beauty of following a course that was not my own. The only control I had, was simply how long I would journey. Would I miss something if I stopped too soon? Would I become weary if I traveled too far?
The possibilities were exhilarating. The path, beautifully unknown.
Dirt trail met bridge. His arm wrapped around my shoulder and kept me from walking too close to the edge. One foot in front of the other. I press on.
Small, I felt so very small enveloped by massive trees. Where would this journey lead? Will it have meaning?
There is a beauty in the unknown.
A pure sweetness in tear-filled eyes that weary from the trek.
A strength that builds in a courageous heart, willing to press on.
And somewhere along the way, the intersection of understanding and victory collide.