Em's Journal

Considering now, then, and all the travels in between:
They say the road is straight, but I've found it isn't steady. They say the path is lit, but I walk with blind feet. I've heard the Way is narrow, and to that I can attest. And if He says His yoke is easy, then I'm carrying something else. But the gravity of unnameable burdens is negated by the flight of my hope, and the fierce reality of "what is" will always be eclipsed by "What is promised to come."
In other words: while this waiting room is in orbit, I'll just keep trying to revolve around the Son.