Greetings Dear Reader,
An uneventful journey back to my abode was extended by
almost two hours due to Labor Day traffic.
Floods of people from Illinois are escaping into Wisconsin for the
official end of summer at lake houses and woodsy cabins.
This was the first time in some time that I have made the
drive back alone. I was not just
alone. It was lonely. I realized as I thought on this that it is
the first time I return alone to a place where I live alone.
There will be no more delays traffic or otherwise to avoid
this reality. The tune has been called
by others but I must pay the piper. I am
unsure what journeys are next for me.
There are some avenues I wish to explore. This recent one had both joy and sorrow in it. I will need some time to process the reality
of both.
I still have some dreams to build on but face the evenings
and long dark alone. I can busy myself
with unpacking and arranging for a bit.
Then comes winter with its early dark and bitter cold. We will see how things unfold.
I will face them all in faith. The road still calls. I can truly understand why Tolkien chose to
have his travelers always in company. Even
to Mount Doom Frodo did not go alone. It
is not good for man to be alone. The
road, trail, or path that I follow next will test me. I must as always depend on Christ in the
testing if I am to endure.
Dear Reader I promise to hold to my faith during this time
of testing and adjustment. I will also
share honestly how I am faring in the journey.
As always I value your thoughts and questions.
The Road Goes Ever On
– J.R.R. Tolkien
Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
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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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