As I look before of the dischevelment of events, good and bad, that have happened, I get this sense of overwhelment. God really has done so much, whether I make sense of it all or not. What were the best memories, what happened during the holiday break? Going to my first anime convention, attending one of my first concerts, meeting four wonderful Christian Fantasy authors and also the women who really knows how to write an awesome Vampire series and reading some amazing books that have helped to escape and discern the fragments of life and find meaning of the mess that lays around me.
But the question is as I walked through the continious shadows of the darkness. There occurs for me a feeling of trepidation. It ails my soul, I am afraid to take the next steps.
For me the New Year does not toll rebirth and joyous. But fear, what awaits me! I have no sense of what God may put me through this year. My heart jumps, the water drips from the top cieling of the labyrinth. My torch’s light resonates around me, giving me hints upon the right direction of where I am to go.
So as I walk into the New Year, I worry and fear what lays ahead of me. I am almost afraid to walk through the Labyrinth. But I know sooner or later I must walk, or I may be stuck where I am, making no progress.