How happy is the blameless vessels's lot; the world forgiving by the world forgot.

I posted this on 12/7/08 and re-read it today. It's unbelievable to read it and see where I was only a few short months ago compared to how I feel today:

Sometimes I marvel at the amount of hurt in the world. It's amazing to me that we're so readily capable of it, and it makes sense to me that the earth not be a contained physical element--we'd clog it up with all of our emotional crap.

It seems everyday I am hearing something else that makes me think, "That's the worst thing I've ever heard," only to be outdone not 24 hours later. I read about how prevalent cancer is, I see how quickly people sever loyalties, I hear things I should never have heard.

"The dark night of the soul" is not uncommon, or so I read. I'm slowly coming out of it, like a child from a closet who has been hiding from a parent-not too sure I want to come out, not sure I want to see Him again. Which is ironic since I have felt like God has been hiding from ME. I believe that this sorrow I feel in general and personally can be conqured by small steps-bringing cookies to people who need to smile more often, turning the car arond to give that kid who's having trouble walking in 24 degree weather a ride to class. They are small things, but they are something.

People seem so messy, so violent, so unpredictable, so harsh. It almost made me cry to see it snow today. There are not many things that make me gape and wonder, but this did. I was in awe to see something fall so softly, so quiet, so beautiful. It's a gift Texas gave me, a good omen.