Today is not that day. Leaving the gym this morning I walked out to the parking lot and marveled at the different lights in the very early morning sky. Street lights with over enthusiastic rays marked my path.
Further up the moon was waning with a healthy sliver of light. Which light is more constant?
In pursuit of courage I need to lean on the heavenly light. It may have fainter rays and seem much further away, but the garish light of man is limited. It can not bring peace and hope. When I grow up I'll trust God more.
I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.