I find myself feeling as though I know less than before; as if I am experiencing a decline in understanding. My map seems to display a different terrain to what I see before me. Almost amnesic. But it is not grief-given; it is a wonder. There exists no confusion nor doubt... left only is an interest in seeing more and a desire to hold all things. I do not know what I need or why I need it, and yet it is always supplied. I have grown brave, bolder than I have ever been.
It is not my environment but me that is changed and still changing. I pray that understanding does return, that I can again identify myself as I used to. Growth is a terrifying thing, as God is. I am grateful, but tired. One always seems to move at a pace he is not accustomed for.