I haven’t done one of these so long I was afraid I’d forgotten how. But black ink on white – whether virtual or physical is comforting to me. The stories are there, I just don’t know where to start.
It starts with something in the air. There is no chill, but you feel it in your bones. At first you go about your life, shrugging off that naggy feeling as one of those days. Then the screaming starts, first they are sporadic, you barely even notice.
Life is where I want it to be. It wasn’t something planned or pursued, but the pieces fell into a neat little picture. For a while, I was caught up in the tornado of chaos and although I have always resented people who found God because it felt like weakness and sounded like excuses, I now believe it was by his grace.