Mere Thoughts Awaiting Progression Final States

An average spring day heading towards the hills. To await a pleasant greeting from a friendly beast. Only to hand over the supreme map filled with unknown eras of journeys. Now how will it all begin? It's me Chelsey, my best friend Caleb, the pup Nebraska, and the friendly horse of harps. Belonging to the 13 Harps of horsemen. Where shall we bend the arm of time? Horse asks,. For even though he was there to greet and supply the map it was actually his first time to be away from his usual land. The far away hill of Roadway. Chelsey replies, Let me extend the map we hold close upon arrival. She then says we are headed towards the fences flower pool and we will pass by so many daffodils and that's how we will know we go! A promise to keep that we will travel and stick together safely at a heart rates pacer. May we remember these times soon to be memories hopefully not too steep to hold. Life's bayou it may come about and come to be let's pray dedicatingly. Father we give you all the glory because you show your love and mercy. Please guide us on our journey and provide us with traveling mercies protected from any harm, hurt, or danger. Seen and unseen. Please keep us in good health and spirits. Amen