Those that read yesterday's blog know my dilemma.
And today has been weird.
A kind of who am I?
Whose am I?
Who is mine?
And tomorrow I run.
5k as a novice.
I'll get a medal for the first time in my life.
And that feels strange too.
And my boy-man
The thoughtful one who oozes kindness from every pore
Comes and hugs me
And holds me
And says nothing
There are no words.
"And the real mystery of grace is that it always arrives in time.
Like the wind, grace finds us wherever we are
And won't leave us however we were found."