Tracer Bullets Over Your Life-Path

One must heed the unforeseen calls with which the loving Purpose surprises us. Following your path is no lockstep march of military discipline. It is a dodging, ducking, diving, desperate tumbling scramble under tracer bullets through smoke and fire and shell craters. For part of your life it is necessary to do some reconnaissance, to try this and probe that, to lie low for a while, even to retreat and regroup on occasion. But eventually comes a time to run forward, to run like your very soul depends on it, to run in that direction you know is yours…..