The pain of loneliness comes not from being physically alone, it comes from being unknown. It’s much more painful to be surrounded by the people who “love you the most” and feel internally unknown, than to be physically distant from people who know your soul.
Some of the people I cherish most, who understand my inner working often better than I do, live thousands of miles away and across oceans.
They are family
forged through resurrection power
Soul sisters birthed in different time zones
but our internal navigation keeps pointing us to our true place of origin
the joy of journeying is in our blood
There’s always more to see
more to experience
But we don’t journey in vain
Our destination is always before us
it’s what motivates our movement
Zion our mother
the true land of the free
and home of our spirits
We set our course towards you
There is mystery on our maps
Our narrow paths intertwining and diverting
as we traverse mountains and valleys
But even when our paths separate
we are sure they will again unite
Times of refreshing
and running hand in hand
We often find ourselves running into unmarked territory
Wearied and bruised by branches of false accusation
and deferred hope
Eyes blurred by tears
yet onward we sprint
Love compels us!
Being known is our source of strength
as we run faster and faster
towards him who calls us by a new name
Do you remember young virgins when you first caught a glimpse of his face?
It is He who awaits us
and it is He who is among us
Let us find him in the fields
and kiss him with shocking abandonment!
Our pilgrimage carries purpose
Many will follow the paths we’ve foraged
They will go further faster
maybe even passing us
as they race with youthful passion
Ah but our prize remains in front of us!
We will never stop our sojourning
O beautiful sisters
our Beloved awaits us!