Not much to say, too much to say. Life feels a bit slow-motiony and surreal right now. Now we see imperfectly, but then we will see with perfect clarity. Is this--this struggle and wrestling, this sometimes straining sometimes half-hearted listening, this moment by moment surrender--what living faith and hope and love look like? It seems an embarrassing amount the time I feel deaf, baffled, befuddled, surprised, and at a loss. Occasionally, the bright light shines in my eyes and by his light I see everything (Lewis), the Words penetrate as deep as into marrow, and something deep within the tiny universe I walk around in reverberates with His voice, whirs from his fingerprints. The ache of eternity and a joy too profound to speak, written on our hearts.

I watch as those around me navigate this as well--learning and live in obedience, faithful to the calling God places in their hearts. Made alive by his love, there have no choice but to follow the Beloved's voice and trust his goodness.

"You have been given questions to which you cannot be given answers. You will have to live them out--perhaps a little at a time." Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow

"The voice of God is silence, exerting a pressure that is infinitely light, never irresistible." Paul Evodokimov