So, I sit with fingers wanting to type profound words about life, but bleak vagueness is all that comes to mind. In the stillness of my room I long for adventure, business and doing...Yet it is in this quietness of being God stills my heart long enough to show me himself and truth about life in him...Living is not in what is next, but the here and now. It is all the moments of waiting and clinging to God. Living is each days small trials and minor hurts being turned over to God and it is conversations about nothing, the small joys in the wonders of each day. Life can not be lived in the future, though I tend to think far ahead, it is lived now, moment by moment as each breath is breathed in the grace of God...