Transition after Transition
Time has gone by. I have been wrestling with God and my own heart. And now I am at a reprieve. I sit here sweating, heaving, and panting next to God (who isn't out of breathe at all). I try an underhanded jab when he isn't looking. He laughs. Sigh. Maybe I am learning. Maybe not.
Let's blog, shall we?
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