Sending all my love to Norway and all affected by a senseless, heinous act. We are thirteen days post fire. I am celebrating the gift of sight, foresight and rest. Color me purple.

We’re okay. God is good.

Sometimes I go on and on, but you know this already.

I stumbled through this entire revelation and then listened to a message put it more succinctly. Jerry Flowers KVO.1

A lot of long winding car tales and lawnmower metaphors, but the point is you are equipped!

Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.

Sometimes you just wanna cuss

Refuel, Rejuvenate, Replenish, Rest, Resource, Renew, Remember, Repent, Repeat

Something like that. I go through large spaces of time without music or outside conversation. When the two return I know the answer has come with it. The urge to ask does not negate the years of silence preceding it instead greets the sudden as sweetness.

It is the quiet before.