Fresh snow last night
Lord help us all. We need You, I suppose what I would tell myself is a working version of You. One I seemed to know well in youth and One solidified, to me, at least, in Lee vL’s post anyways.
I am not being my best self, and that makes me want to run to You, especially the You I think I used to know. That may be a good thing, leading me to rely on You, my traditional You. To give up what I think I have learned about You and me? Am I the Rich Young Man, told to give up all he owns and simply follow, only to turn away sorrowing, unwilling? You don’t force us, we can only choose. I guess I’m surprised at the number of times the choice comes up in a life. Which tells me it was likely never, yes, Lord.
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