This is the time of year when I get off track. Lost and wandering in a wilderness of winter doldrums, I have too much to do at work, too little time at home and farm cherishing the precious relationships in my life.
Winter still clings like a cement suit having become a desert of deprivation gone on too long. I yearn for respite.
And so today, a voice cries out to prepare.
It is time to look where I’m going, to walk a path with a goal in mind, and stop meandering meaninglessly. My path, if straight and true, will join thousands of others harkening to the call.
I am not alone on this road. Nor are you.