HORIZON: [ME orizon, fr. LL horizont-, horizon, fr. Gk. hori-akin to L urvus circumference of a city] (14c) 1 a: the apparent junction of earth and sky; d: range of perception or experience; e: something that might be attained
(Adapted from Webster’s Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary)
Just a small word—or rather a large one—that’s been on my mind often throughout the last year. A mysterious word. A beautiful word. A hopeful word.
Trudging through the rain and the fog and the sleet and the hail and the snow in the dark of life—it’s easy to wonder whether the horizon is really there. So far away does it seem. Is it even “reachable?” Will I be able to handle this journey?
Though the what may be fuzzy, the when, where, and how unknown, the Who is for sure. And that should be comfort enough.
“By awesome deeds You answer us in righteousness, O God of our salvation,
You who are the trust of all the ENDS OF THE EARTH and of the farthest sea;
Who establishes the mountains by His strength,
Being girded with might;
Who stills the roaring of the seas,
The roaring of their waves,
And the tumult of the peoples.
They who dwell in the ENDS OF THE EARTH stand in awe of Your signs;
You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.”
[*Just the first of many posts for my Project 52. Due to my *ahem* delayed beginning, the plan is to post a few times a week until caught up. From then on, once or twice a week is a little more realistic…]