Tonight I’m reminded that people will interpret things however they want. If they want to acknowledge the truth they often will. Eventually at least.
Symbolism is tricky. Love is unfathomable unless God explains it.
I’m nearing the end of my initial editing of my first novel. I’m almost proud of what I’ve written. Hopefully it’ll improve.
…A relative of mine ended their life this weekend. It was clear to everyone who knew them that they were an extremely beautiful human. It’s profoundly sad…but then I think about what happens after we die. I don’t think it’s ever the right choice, but I hope they enjoy the beauty of God up close in a way we can’t see yet.
I keep thinking about a post I wrote earlier this year about visiting Manhattan. I think I’ll repost it… And then I’ll try to let God explain a great many things.