backtrack
with the anxiety of moving forward, i lost many steps and stumbled many times. often times, i went my own way and my reasoning gets the better of me. i often forget that the ways of the Lord defy even the greatest minds. i fell into my mess and i so sat in it alone. and i wondered: 'if only i could backtrack and retrace my steps, if only i could find my way from the quicksand drawing me in as i struggle'. but i stop trying i sit in the dross i remember nothing but the problems in my face. my focus stayed on the things that seemed to matter at the moment but truly has no input whatsoever in my tomorrow. when tomorrow comes, what will i have if i have not gathered? in sobriety of heart and the end of myself, i cry out to the one who formed me; to the one who called me and has brought me thus far... and i backtrack. i trace my steps back to the very beginning. what if i just found this thing? what if i am ju...