Resounding in the depths of my heart is a sound faintly familiar yet fresh as if I had never known it. I am at the point of awakening. A seriousness maintains my attention and hope crackles beneath ashes I thought had grown cold. Have I been here before? I think not, though I have dreamed of a place beyond this point. The light of His presence drowns out realities constructed to my own understanding. What is not of Him vanishes in front of my eyes. I am unsure of days ahead, I am unsure of what I hold in my hands. But HE WILL bring it to pass. He is the truth I cling to, the hope of my life. What He has placed here will remain, will grow, will flourish.

Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, who does not walk in the counsel of the ungodly, or stand in the way of sinners, or sit in the seat of mockers. But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on His law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers. Psalm 1:1-3