So this thing I have been wrestling with God about – you know, the thing I can’t stop writing about and so eventually I just all but stopped writing? That thing?

Yeah. Well. God pinned me to  the mat and I decided maybe we’d try it His way.  I gave up, surrendered, submitted.

So I don’t know what I will be writing about…something, I’m sure.  But I can’t promise it will be good.

I have written 11,000 words on the book – progress! Progressssss!

I have a new, very demanding job.  It’s perfect for me, and the demanding part doesn’t feel quite as demanding as it would if I didn’t love it so much.

A lot of people I love and care about and know and just see on FB are going through tough times – awful things, awful series of things. Compared to that, my problems seem trivial, ridiculous.  But here, living in it and through it, well, it takes its toll.

Not everything looks better in the morning.  But maybe one morning it will. One morning,  I will understand.  One morning, it will all make sense.

This is not that morning.

But I’m ok with that, because it is was it has to be.