Can't write, and can't not write. Writing will be oblique, I'm afraid. Details don't unlock understanding anyway, not now. How is it that I found rest, comfort in the midst of this? But there it was, a quiet full of unknown familiarity. A gift. Are there more?
Had an unexpected lunch with my pastor that was also unexpectedly good. Funny how a couple of sunrises and sunsets can give me a whole new perspective on someone's heart. Compassion surprised me, understanding floored me.
But time has not always been my friend.