so i'm writing a book. for a few months i've been feeling like i have to go somewhere, somewhere different, to escape. but here i am, this is now, i am here. and to write, to write a story, that is to go someplace. i forgot about writing. a book is like a whole bunch of dreams and conversations and songs you never heard out loud before, and i like it.

he does? that's hilarious! i have to watch this again.

let's give what we have, 

forget what we want,

thank God for what He's done,

know that everything is in Him.

it's funny how we change, isn't it? how we pray and God answers and we don't even notice? how we go outside and realize, i am alive. that this is now. and it's here. a gift. 

and that we are blessed to simply be. because Jesus is in us. 

two corinthians 12:9,

 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power 

is made perfect in weakness."