Today change rather caught up to me. For the past few years, things have been known. Things have been easy. I've known my path and what I was to do., but now on the eve of leaving TCC I find my self at a loss as to what the next step is. How do you choose destiny? or does destiny choose you? The war on my heart and destiny is great and I don't want to be taken out. I want every choice, moment and action be glorifying and matter in the light of eternity. To hear those amazing words of affirmation "Well done, my good and faithful servant." With this idea, so much more should be done! This is such a huge weight and burden on my heart. With this idea, everything else is meaningless.
I was thinking about how dandelions would be the perfect mascot of change.
They are something pretty, and everywhere. They are born from death. When they die, they release life which is then carried by the wind to new places. Whether it be earth, tree, or rock. Change it would seem is the same way. It blossoms and for a while it is a lovely and beautiful thing to behold. As it dies and fizzles out of season, it turns into seeds. So those seeds can choose perhaps to release themselves when the wind blows and be taken to some other great place to take root and do it all over again, or it can die with the host and never go anywhere. In a way, if it chooses the path of the wind, it never really dies but reproduces change in multiple places. Kinda cool. I can either let myself stay where I am at, or go and be taken where the wind wishes and have life abundantly again. I don't know. Just something I was thinking about today.
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