I keep writing about the same thing. Do you think I am obsessed? Sometimes I think I am writing to convince my reader. I have to stop that.

The job is to reflect back to Jesus what it is like for me to go walking with Him. Forgive me.

Lost and found. Both at the same time. I have forsaken my mother's house and I have gone out to be with Him. I have forsaken my "right" to take care of myself, and I have placed my care in His hand, from which I can not be snatched. The territory becomes increasingly strange and dangerous, and the companionship becomes increasingly intimate.

Thank you for breathing you life into me.