I've been typing and pressing backspace in cycles for the last hour. I don't know what to say today. I don't know how to express the memories I have or what they mean to me. I don't know how to invite you into this feeling I have right now.
I want to tell you about walking the slums in Thailand and about a dog named Dan. I want to tell you about the time I let myself just feel pain, emotionally I mean, consciously for perhaps for the first time. If I could, I'd tell you about what God has revealed about my future. I would tell you about the hopelessness I remember when I thought God stopped speaking to me. Wouldn't you love to hear about how God taught me that I need people and I finally got it right? I feel like writing poetry which is what I always do when narrative falls short. But verse without inspiration is rather awkward and so questions and silence is all I have.
Come and sit with me and ponder those far away thoughts that you can't express either. What are those experiences that define who you are so completely that no one else could understand?
At the very least, it's good to remember.
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