time, fleeting
In just a blink of an eye, two months have passed.
And in another, a year.
Since the last time I’ve blogged, I’ve finished two books, started a new book, completed my CPA exam (and hopefully, my last), got back in to the routine of cycling, lost the routine of cycling, grown and shaved a mo twice, flown to Brisbane and back twice, and celebrated my first wedding anniversary.
It’s scary how life zips past so quickly that before I could even blink to catch a second glimpse of the remnants of any moment, time, unforgivingly, has come and gone. The end of another year has come. I turned twenty-six without noticing the slightest change. Not that nothing has; but I have merely yet to find the time (hah!) to turn back and look at my footprints in the sand. And with that, it is hard to tell if I have strayed or kept to the path I initially set.
I can’t tell if it’s just my priorities, or if I simply just am overwhelmed with things to do, that I have lost focus on.
Regardless of the reason, I know that I am in a place of uncertainty. Matt said yesterday over lunch that we are currently at a huge junction in our lives - for many of us here still in Melbourne. The generation we grew up with - our Paul’s, our Timothy’s, and our Barnabas’ have all gone their separate ways; and the rest of us are left standing at the fork of the road. I look ahead and the horizon held by each path seems to only hold a dry mirage of nothingness. What really lies ahead, I guess, is a matter of faith, and faith is stepping into the unknown.
What I do know, however, is that I have her.
I am not alone.
Even in the hours after dark, she is there by my side; walking with me, holding my hand, neither getting ahead nor falling behind.
She is simply there by my side the whole time.
God knows I do not deserve her, and God knows the grace she has shown over the last year.
I can only be thankful and hope that one day, I may rise up and continue in pursuit to be the man she had prayed for me to be for her.
