My footfalls in the unlighted hall,
Reverberate from an unseen wall;
Whether from length or maybe breadth,
For now they linger, evading death;
Brought on by darkened things unknown,
That swallow them ‘till they have gone.
It’s good, I think, that they die down,
Lest when the next one comes around;
It find no time to call its own,
Or chance to sound its sharpest tone,
Be muddled by the one before
And indistinct come its report.
Missionary Sojourn 
Beautifully put. Every event of our lives is key to shaping who we are. We must consider each carefully, and how Christ has used each one. That’s what your words meant to me, at least in part!
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