Greetings Dear Reader,
We begin most great adventures with hope. Even when we know the journey will be arduous,
we enter it with faith that things will unfold as they should. We cannot, however, control the actions of
others or their reactions to our weaknesses and failures.
I am very good at building a vision but poor at putting nuts
and bolts to the dream. When I am
surprised by the pain of my past all of the failures flood into me reminding me
of what might have been. I wrestle anew
with my weakness and sin. I feel the
guilt and shame as if it is hot and fresh in the wounds to me and others. I sometimes forget that I cannot undo
anything.
When the storybook endings fail to appear, we have a choice. Even now, when my hope is broken and my heart
feels shattered I have choices. I can
choose to stay with the chase or stop moving forward. I can dwell on the loss and hurt or keep to
the quest.
I have seen others I love abandon the hope we are
given. No matter how much they deny it
the yearnings remain. No matter how many
counterfeits we manufacture, we cannot replace the pure hope that comes in
following Christ. It does not take away
the pain or heal all the wounds. It
does, however, provide strength to keep moving.
When surprised by pain I can recall that I survived it. I can remember that even though the pain is
real, it will end one day. I am a
dreamer, a fool, and sometimes a sage.
We will return to the innocent age and I am grateful for your company as
we strive to get there.
The
Innocent Age – Dan Fogelberg
Capture the moment
Carry the day
Stay with the chase
As long as you may
Follow the dreamer,
The fool, and the sage
Back to the days of
The innocent age.
Storybook endings
Never appear
They`re just someone`s way of
Leading us here
Waiting for wisdom
To open the cage
We forged in the fires of
The innocent age.
Back at the start
It was easy to see
No one to own to
Nowhere to be
Deep in the heartlands
A sad memory
Calls to me.
(Calls to me)
Fretful horizons
Worrisome skies
Tearful misgivings
Burning your eyes
Yearnings unanswered
Reckon the wage you
Pay to recapture the innocent age.
Back at the start
It was easy to see
No one to own to
Nowhere to be
Deep in the heartlands
A sad memory
Calls to me.
(Calls to me)
Fretful horizons
Worrisome skies
Tearful misgivings
Burning your eyes
Yearnings unanswered
Reckon the wage you
Pay to recapture the innocent age.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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Contacts for Aramis
Thorn:
Bookings at aramisthorn@aramisthorn.com
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