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.
Unapologetically
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.
