The Whole of It

And then sometimes it's really simple, and you fore go the details and say it plain, plain, plain.  

A lot of things have happened. Good.  Awful.  Bitterly beautiful.  Confusingly tied up in one season of life.  I feel cared for by God.  I also feel foggy and uncertain sometimes.   I feel my humanity every day in its raw beautiful form.  (Humbling, this vulnerability.)