The noise, the noise, the noise. All around me people, idea’s and thoughts trying to convince me that my opinion matters. Conceit: the biggest obstacle between God the father and Josiah His son. My intellect, given as a gift often becomes more of a curse. The path is narrow, so they say. The footprints few. The journey belongs to my spirit and my God. He alone understands what I’m capable of and that doesn’t always mean good. Self preservation nags for my attention. Thoughts of the future bring a twinge of despair that must be fought through, fought over and defeated before foothold is given. This is my journey and despite it’s difficulty I smile. Not because things go the way one would plan or prefer but because there’s someone leading me from on high with great vision that is much clearer than my own. He is not a feeling or a universal power or the other things those in the world would label Him. He is my God and without Him I am nothing. So, don’t try to convince me of your way. Don’t try to tell me what’s best for me. The noise, the noise, the noise. Shhh my God is trying to speak.