In the dark winter months, I am fighting to remember that God is real- no matter what shape or form that presence shows as. I have seen it in the river and trees, in the elderly couple dancing together, in the many small acts of kindness I find myself a part of each day.
In a few months everything will change again. The sun will shine down on me a few seconds, minutes, hours longer. I meet the rays of God’s warm embrace with a sigh of relief. Another season gone but I remain.
Life and death are never-ending and the less sense I try to make of it the more it all comes together. I am excited even when I am sad. I am grateful even when it feels like it’s all going wrong. There is so much I yearn to do, to see, to learn.
Nothing matters, so maybe everything matters. It all comes back to the miracle that I am here.
And that is enough.
I Think, I Feel 
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