Still as full as I ever was. Full of what, though, I'm not sure.
It's frustrating really. So, when what is usually easily explained becomes intangible elusive, we turn to the measureable - today's grace. The gifts from Him we can't miss if our eyes were open with the looking.
-- Jim's singular, knowing smile as I walk into the gym.
-- Gluten-free french toast. Oh yes.
-- Wearing Anna's skirt from Kenya - oh, I miss her.
-- Cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches.
-- Hearing "Miss Elsie" from the youth pastor's munchkins.
-- Laughter and giggly little boys.
-- Sea breezes.
There is grace, even in the midst of the inexplicable. As long as I can still see it, I can be alright with everything that still isn't sorted out.