(Listen while you read)
I am an outcast. I am not like anyone else. I am not accepted in so many places.
I am different and misunderstood and at times challenged.
I have gone against the grain, I have traveled, I have journeyed, I have cried.
I have lost the person I loved the most.
I have lost many, many friends along the way.
I have walked down long winding pathways and through valleys and up and down the tallest of mountains.
I have followed a God I cannot see.
I have continued to follow Him, giving up everything for Him, understood or not.
And the longer I walk, I run, I climb, I pant, I chase after this God I cannot see.
But the longer I chase, the clearer I see, the more I need Him, the more I understand why I was even born.
And I’d walk it all again, get spat at again, lose every friend I ever had just to be in His loving arms.
In the depth of my soul He is more real than any tangible item I have ever touched, His peace the blanket of my soul.
And I can get to him anyway, anytime, anywhere. Eyes closed, open, tearful, mad, cursing Him, loving Him, He’ll never leave.
He is the King of my people, the human race. And I’ll love you and forgive you and show you mercy because it feels good, it feels right to extend the same hand that was extended to me.
And I am ok with all of it. I accept all of it. I take all of it. And so does He.
And my greatest hope is that I’ll get a chance to say I’m sorry to you, to love you the way God loves you, to always have an open hand, an open heart, and to pour out His mercy all over you.
God, the Lord of the Universe, the great I AM. I will follow you on this earth until you call me home, whenever that glorious day is. And I’m scared to die. But I am more scared to know any life without you.
Let my feet keep walking, let my arms stay open, let my tears flow. And let me keep walking in your great and mighty name, in your power and in the hope of the resurrection.
I’m still walking…