We never arrive.
The process we find ourselves in isn't getting in the way of our lives.
It is our life. The process of thinking, pondering, analyzing, planning, questioning, hoping, dreaming, building, writing, pondering, doubting, hoping, fearing, trusting. This is the path we are traveling.
Finding God in the midst of these, seeking Him in between the thinking and pondering, the doubting and hoping, this is how we live. This is the way through the process called life. He is our guide ~ our shepherd who leads us over the next hill, around the rocky ledge, through the old, dilapidated barn to the other side, where the sun is shining and birds are singing.
His voice leads us forward as we leave the weights, and burdens behind. . .the path continues. He brings us to still waters and green pastures. We see fellow travelers on their paths and call out to them..."here are green pastures! Here is still water you can sit beside and be refreshed. Here is my Shepherd...He can show you the way to go~ would you walk with me?"
