If I’m walking with God, not knowing where I’m at has absolutely nothing to do with being lost.

Maybe," David pondered, "That’s why we don’t know our futures. Maybe if we knew what was coming we’d mess with our lives so much that the very thing that life is calling us to do is the very thing we’d screw up.

Sometimes things call out to us and we know them with total certainty. Yet, the certainty eludes us and we’re left with the angst of the unknown regarding something that, in fact, we know.

And so, it is always the case that the past is irreparably land-locked, and the future has yet to land. And here we are, living out our lives on the precariously thin line which separates the two.

We incessantly vacillate between what’s behind us and what’s before us depending on the current barometer of our courage and the ambivalent nature of our vision.

Life is something like innumerable layers, leaving us wrongly assuming that the first or even the second layer is the essence of the thing.