Dear Lord please tell me why. Why do things happen the way that they do? Why do the skies turn from grey to blue? and why is it that seasons change and people do too?
You sent me on a journey. A hard, cold road of stone I traveled. Many times I smiled to hide the many miles of pain and tears inside. I held my head up high down that hard, cold road of stone, seeming so brave while inside feeling afraid and alone.
There were times when I felt as though I could not take another step, the road was so long, but you gave me the strength and pushed me on. Time after time I stumbled and fell, but that that never seemed to matter to you. You knew that I would reach my destiny and complete this journey.
Now I again I ask you. Why do things happen the way that they do? Why did you choose me for this journey and why do you give me these words I write? Is this your way of speaking to me, by making me see through my own words?
I crossed that finish line and I look back on it from time to time. For a while it was a mystery but then it came to me. That hard, cold road of stone, taught me wisdom I had never known. It taught me strength I could not measure, and all about trust and true treasure.
Yes, I'm proud I crossed that finish line, and about those questions I ask, well never mind.
Copyright © Terri Cannan | Year Posted 2017
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