Four years ago I started a journey. When I started I didn't know the destination, how long it may take, or who I might meet along the way. In the beginning each minute of every hour was trying. I begged for it to be over. I was ever so weak.
I still am. I've only made it this far, because I leaned not on my own understanding. There were triumphs. There were setbacks. Many of them. I once likened it to a dance, one step forward, two steps back. Sometimes those steps were stumbles.
The only thing I could do was get up slowly, dust myself off, and continue on. The road ahead was always hard, even with successes along the way. When I forgot where I came from God would remind me - pride is also a sin. That reminder forced me to continue onward. No matter how hard things got, I never wanted to go back.
Going back would have been taking the easy way out. It would have been easy to not eat, and sleep all the time. Something in me however did not let that happen. Although my spirit was down, the Spirit was uplifting. Most of the time unnoticed. At work in me.
My journey is far from over. I have reached a huge summit, will rest awhile, and continue on.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.