How do I heal, when I'm broken?
How do I live, when I feel like I'm dying?
How do I laugh, when my brain is crying?
How do I properly make fresh sourdough rounds?
I started writing an essay or sorts about some of the logical paths behind my love of Christ and have come to the conclusion that my mind is slightly obsessive about answering why, and severely deficient at answering the question how.
What if God was the singularity; all matter, all energy, bound to one singular immeasurable point in time. His outpouring of love then, we have called the big bang.
cancer's gone again. =)