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Inspired by a song my Dad used to play

"Wayfaring Stranger" - Selah
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world below
There is no sickness, toil, no danger
In that bright world to which I go
I know dark clouds will gather over me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields here lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
And this form will rest beneath the sod
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in my home with God
I'm going there to see my Savior
Who shed for me His precious blood
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I am just going over home

***

I thought I'd know more from experience of loss. Perhaps I have, but I don't feel any different than beforehand. The world keeps spinning, while mine just stopped.

I do feel lost. I've always looked at my father for direction. I lingered behind him pining to turn every other way, waiting for a sign, but getting none. Should such a wicked an adulterous generation deserve one?

I depended on my father's strength to carry me through. But now it is time to stand on my feet. I still have family. I still have friends so I'm not alone. And there are others who feel and have felt just as I.

As much as I hate to say it, I feel a small burden lifted from me. I do not have to worry about my father. To worry what he might do. To bring my eyes back to my heavenly Father who truly sees everything. Who knows my heart and will hold me to my word what path it is that I should take in life. My Dad's shade was comforting. But I feel I let it block the Light. As much as a shadow passed, there are other shadows that lurk. While I can see a bit more, I suspect I will never see the whole picture till the day come I am lifted away from this earth.

John 17:21 "That they all may be one; as thou, Father, art in me, and I in thee, that they also may be one in us: that the world may believe that thou hast sent me."

Perhaps God is teaching me to pray. I never quite asked my Dad for guidance. I would that I don't repeat that mistake any longer. Now that he is up there with Him. The unity just feels appropriate to have me be taught. My Dad seeing the same level God's plan for my life, whatever it may be for whatever path I might take.

I never got to share the "Tale of a Basilisk" as a draft. He probably wouldn't have had much time to read it to begin with. But I always wanted to entrust his eyes to see what he might think. He knew I had some things to share, but respected my space, and didn't pry.

To get to the sketch, Soul wanders forth, everything he had was taken within the span of a year. Back to his lonesome after experiencing his life in the Kingdom of Eagles. Knowing not what to do, he presses onward. He is alive still, when all others he knew have passed. For what purpose does he serve now? No earthly king. No heavenly calling. Just a burning.
But if he learned anything from his years, it was not to let his fire die.

Description

Inspired by a song my Dad used to play

"Wayfaring Stranger" - Selah
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world below
There is no sickness, toil, no danger
In that bright world to which I go
I know dark clouds will gather over me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields here lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
And this form will rest beneath the sod
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in my home with God
I'm going there to see my Savior
Who shed for me His precious blood
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I am just going over home

***

I thought I'd know more from experience of loss. Perhaps I have, but I don't feel any different than beforehand. The world keeps spinning, while mine just stopped.

I do feel lost. I've always looked at my father for direction. I lingered behind him pining to turn every other way, waiting for a sign, but getting none. Should such a wicked an adulterous generation deserve one?

I depended on my father's strength to carry me through. But now it is time to stand on my feet. I still have family. I still have friends so I'm not alone. And there are others who feel and have felt just as I.

As much as I hate to say it, I feel a small burden lifted from me. I do not have to worry about my father. To worry what he might do. To bring my eyes back to my heavenly Father who truly sees everything. Who knows my heart and will hold me to my word what path it is that I should take in life. My Dad's shade was comforting. But I feel I let it block the Light. As much as a shadow passed, there are other shadows that lurk. While I can see a bit more, I suspect I will never see the whole picture till the day come I am lifted away from this earth.

John 17:21 "That they all may be one; as thou, Father, art in me, and I in thee, that they also may be one in us: that the world may believe that thou hast sent me."

Perhaps God is teaching me to pray. I never quite asked my Dad for guidance. I would that I don't repeat that mistake any longer. Now that he is up there with Him. The unity just feels appropriate to have me be taught. My Dad seeing the same level God's plan for my life, whatever it may be for whatever path I might take.

I never got to share the "Tale of a Basilisk" as a draft. He probably wouldn't have had much time to read it to begin with. But I always wanted to entrust his eyes to see what he might think. He knew I had some things to share, but respected my space, and didn't pry.

To get to the sketch, Soul wanders forth, everything he had was taken within the span of a year. Back to his lonesome after experiencing his life in the Kingdom of Eagles. Knowing not what to do, he presses onward. He is alive still, when all others he knew have passed. For what purpose does he serve now? No earthly king. No heavenly calling. Just a burning.
But if he learned anything from his years, it was not to let his fire die.