a straight path of no end to my line of sight

perpetual structure and symmetry.
it might be bunk, and seem like meaninglessness,
but the good news is, there's good news.

I wrote something on a wall somewhere. Covered it with paper and masking tape, flat. Then covered that in mud on the sheetrock. Then I painted over it after I sanded it down some. If that wall gets destroyed before someone remodels, no one will ever know those secret things I said.

If they do, they'll find the deactivation code, a security clearance and routing number to a bank in Switzerland. No one would really know it, or care to believe, but I'm a billionaire and this life is more interesting in the thick of it. Being vulnerable, being real.

And on this note:
My sister broke up with her boyfriend today. She moved back home. Hopefully she'll stop being pagan, get saved and find a husband that loves Jesus. I pray for her a lot, but it seems like the only real change will be Christ in her life.


Walking by faith and not by sight- maybe I should close my eyes for a while.