justabitofwriting

well this week was work as usual, four wheel it out into the bush, deliver some food, talk to some amazing people, and see beautiful kids. the snake we killed on our compound this week was a little one, and the chameleon we are keeping as a pet just sits around and eats crickets with his ginormous tongue. so nothing really to get excited about. so i figured i would just do a bit of writing. this actually is taken from a journal i like to doodle in every now and again. it doesnt really have a title but here goes....

i am but a vapor.

i am a moment of freedom choosing the way in which i rise. the world around me shapes this blip of time and space that i will call my life. but above all there is a calling, a truth, a purpose that will exalt me to unknown glories. there is one path to this truth and it is burning in my soul. as my body, soul, and mind are constantly at war, wrestling to become the single factor that guides my life, i am twisted, mangled, and split. i search for peace and a life unified with this calling. and when i am most broken and my world is a dark one, then i find light. i find a heavenly light that sings to me and leads me once again down the path of truth. i call this light grace. i look forward into the light and all i can do is love the Gracious.