I wonder if there is an Issac, an essence of joy, that I need to let go of, and I pray if there is that I may disregard it as freely as the trees do for the leaves they spend their lives creating.

Today I learned that my patience with myself needs to reflect God’s patience with me. Love is patient, and I need to love myself.

Good God, there are an array of things that I long to bleed for. Please, graciously give me the means to break open my skin and let them pour honestly out.