The lead pastor at my church spoke about joy maybe a month ago.


Joy in the presence of suffering.

The greatest joys

sometimes the marks of

great suffering.

I don’t fully comprehend it yet, in the sense that I embrace it all for my own life.

I’m starting to get it though.


I’m looking forward to telling you my full, un-edited story one day.


without shame,

without fear,

and with gladness.

Maybe it will be when I am 85.

Maybe when I’m long dead.

For now I’m just building up the pages of this book that’s my life.


So let’s go.

To another day.

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