Awakened by promise. A view of something spectacular, whispered inaudibly from heart to soul to head, heard by all living cells and pulsing within. A dream to carry. A yearning hope of what will be.
First foot falls on the road of determination, motivation swelling wide, and then the crashing wave of living life, so real, so fast, so exhausting. So cold, so here, so swift. It is here we sink or we swim. To cling to this promise feels like sinking with lead.
The strength lies not within, not from all that propels toward promise or hope or dream. From within comes fear, fading, waining. Doubt troubles deep within the strongest of men. Strength comes not by us, our passing one day onto the next, here one moment then gone with the rest. Flowers in a field, bending, bowing, beauty and broken under torrent rains.
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
Strength. Found solidly on knee. Strength lies in a secret; those secret hours in secret places where solitary heart finds beat of Infinite Being. Infinite strength coursing through ages, infinitely long. Strength never wavering, never veering, always staying. Strength, gentle, able, willing and strong. Strength covering, coursing, filling, enabling. Strength surrounding, protecting, defending.
For I am the LORD your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior…