It’s daunting, how easily we are gripped by fear; without even knowing it our minds are hung up by the lies of our dismayed hearts. Our feet walk one direction as our eyes look another. We desire and crave as silently as angst commands. It tends to lie naked and confident; longing to demolish any chance of ignorance left inside our bodies and holds us as stone-
The disheartening matter, though, is the deadly lull. How can you fight something you’re not quite sure exists? I have found a way to desperately love something, and recently caught a glimpse of the terror that comes with it. How is that possible?
I believe I am wired around a love for the outdoors; the fresh air, raging rivers, bouldering cliffs, dirt, mud, rain, everything that makes up nature because that is where I feel God moving. But the destination, the road to…
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