Forgiveness has always been one of those tiny, yet knowingly robust words I didn’t understand.  Realizing that’s because in order to forgive another, or be forgiven by another, there seems a prerequisite, or at least companion requisite, of forgiving yourself.  And I’m just learning that.  

The end is the beginning.  And all earthly ends always move toward new beginnings.

Do you tell people sitting next to you that their cologne is waaaay too strong?

I thought my heart had loosed hope.  But it hadn’t.  I was still hoping that if, when, or then…  But God’s hope doesn’t seem to impose such attachments.  It just is.  He just IS.  Professing God as my “only hope” is not natural.  And requires supernatural cooperation.

Geez…and its only 9:24am.  A WELL of depth and question and unseen, scary Life is brewing inside me.  Holy Spirit, lead on.