Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.
You believe the heart is the strongest measure of a man.
This is not for you.
Lord, grant that I shall never seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, or to be loved as to love with all my heart. With all my heart.
I did not ask for this life that I was given, but it was given nonetheless. And with it, I did my best.
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.