Parched and weary, but well-worn
O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water. ~ Psalm 63:1 Somehow I find it comforting that this cracked trench has been made so by the many who have trod this […]
The road less traveled
I stand at a crossroads, two ways before me. One paved and well lit, the other hard pan, worn through newly greening grass. Which way do I go? A Robert Frost poem beckons dimly from an English class long past. Something about two paths and a choice to be made. One worn and one less […]