Chart a New Course.

Less Traveled.

Not a lot of sings.

Lacking assurance.

Hoping for the best.

Trusting in the plan.

Even when it doesn't make any sense.

My discipline and my resilience are my power tools.

Ones that I rely on.

The sun hits my skin.

Reminding me of the pressure, the heat, the trials that shaped me.

I love this road.

One I had to pave.

One that I carried.

Am honored to hold and cherish.

Why doesn't it get easier?

Because that's not what I was made for.

Not what I was built to do...

Who I was made to be.

I was made for this.

For the fire. For the pain. For the discomfort.

And... to praise.

Unending. Leaning and crying out into the arms of my Savior.

The creator of the Universe.

The only one I fear. I respect. I love.

And I will never take for granted.

Yours faithfully,

Traveler.

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