Grey

In a foreign country, determined to do something different, to be someone new.

Running across a schedule boasting 14 hour days, one and a half days off a week, two evenings off in a week.

Running as fast as I can, sprinting through the rain, I hit a brick wall.



Everything seems to slow down...


The hitting raindrops on the footpath reverberate through my head. The cars passing by tear through the developing puddles. I collapse.

And here I am, sitting under a bleak, pregnant sky, with a headache. With an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.

When did this happen?
Where am I?
Am I supposed to be here?

The moment lingers on. The raindrops smack, the cars rip, into my head.
How depressing.

The determination has met it's resistance. Newton was right, and the more I swim up for air, the more I will get sucked under.

But it's not the drowning that matters, it's not the bleak weather that moulds the soul and his maker. It's the determination, it's the focus:

To love, just like He loves me.