What a challenging yet fruitful day yesterday was.

I feel like someone opened up my chest and gave my heart a few good pumps and closed me back up. Graphic and gross, I know...but true. It's like they said, "Here, see if you can feel this...?"

Sure enough. I feel like I have been melting down so long, that I forgot what a direct hit was like. So, this morning I feel a little battered...in a good way, if that makes sense. I feel like Mr. Bad Ass is coming up against my family out here in the Woodlands from all angles trying to take down this church. The only reason I say this is because he's been whittling at me and the rest of the crew already because of The Voice for the last few years and I have finally been able to see what it looks like.

What is funny (well, not FUNNY, but interesting...or strange...or well, funny) about it all is, the more he raises his hand against me, the more I feel...and the more I feel, the more I can love in deep compassion. Still, I hesitate to scream out, "BRING IT ON!"

I started to write a poem last night at small group for the Infinitely Vast...it's nowhere near finished here's how it's looking so far:

again its down to You and me...
and we, will build a life of worth
based in richness found in the depths
of the Infinitely Vast
pulled into the heart of who we will be
and lift face to this world,

to extend ourself in love as we pass through.





As always, I dunno, but I will definitely keep working on it.

K