i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

because i am very very busy.

life is funny like that,

but amidst the overwhelming number of things pressing on my mind,

i am enjoying every second of every day,

i love what i do,

i do what i love,

i live in love,

and i love to live.

all my hopes, my passions, my interests, my struggles, my fears, my growth, my battles

are beautified by grace.

there are a couple of new issues on my mind that i will soon begin to hash out in further development throughout the course of this year.

there are joys, there are triumphs

but there are also many worries.

i am a chugging up the hill,

my engine cannot, will not, must not run out of fuel,

a wise man said that perseverance is many short races, one after another.

i was born a sprinter.

and i know the best fuel there ever was.