With four days left in March, I can't say it's a month I'm gonna miss once it's gone. I'm not fond of rollercoasters ... with "not fond" meaning "terrified." But I've found myself strapped into one this month nonetheless. Round and round, up and down I go. The only thing left to do is surrender.
When the sky has gone bruised and the wind has blown cold, mercy finds us. Somehow, someway, everything is going to be okay. Through the grime and wired windows on and over each of our souls, the love and light will always make itself known and it's way through. For this I am so grateful.
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