Everyday I get rocked.  It’s inevitable, inescapable, unpredictable.  Everyday.  It’s just the way it is.

But some days… some days, I get rocked a little more than usual.

I guess the word that goes with this entry best is:

I waited patiently for the Lord, he turned to me and heard my cry.

Psalm 40:1

Yeah.  It’s one of those days.  Another season.  The same goodness.

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Walking my journey, evolving endlessly into the Me I came to Be.

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