I don’t what I’m thinking.

I don’t know where to start. I feel somewhat overcome this morning.

I’m overcome with gratitude and hope, but also sadness. I think about my friend who died. Tragically. I think about his mother. His brothers. His daughters. And then I think, I’m still here. I’m alive.

What do I do with this precious life?

I went for a run. I did some gardening. I’m writing this now… I pray on repeat. I pray for peace in my heart. I pray for others.

I pray for change. I know it’s coming. I pray for patience.

I pray to be purified. It hurts… but it’s the only way. It’s a slower process than most of us might like. But it makes room in my soul. It makes a way for the Holy Spirit to fill me.

I don’t have to know what I’m doing; that’s God’s job. I just need to remain grateful to be alive, when so many are not. That’s ok. Soldiers fall on the battlefield. Loss is required.

Eggs and omelets, and all that jazz.

It’s ok to mourn, but do not dwell.

Hope sprouts in sorrow, like a seed in soil.