Sure & unsure

I am sure all people experience times when they reach the "cross road" and stop dead. Those familiar questions: back? forward? left? right? up? other? You choose, forward! And how reassuring when after a short distance you find a "rock" by the side of the road with your name freshly painted on it. I hope I have the time to tell of all the times I have had similar experiences. This is not “déjà vu” I am referring to, no something more like "divine intervention" perhaps. As if some body had gone the road before you and prepared it...

Or sometimes when some "fear" grips you and threatens to drain all life from your body but then a calm settles over you, bringing peace to your mind and comfort to your strained spirit, after a while putting your whole being at ease. A peace that is above all understanding...