I dug a hole to bury the dead.  The house I built never became home, the road I walked disappeared into thin air. I knew what I was doing when I asked for a conclusive conversation, a grand finale to our adventure around the world.  And you knew what you were doing when you called me back, no turning back.  From one parking lot to another, the intro and the outro, man is life ironic.

But, at the end of the day, I had begun to pursue food when it’s water I needed.  I put my umbrella up to shade the sun from coming in and really taking me over. I mean, REALLY taking me over.  God, please come and absolutely encompass me. I want your love and I want your forgiveness and I want your integrity so I can give it away.

I thought I was doing this for me. And I guess I was in one sense. But step away from this equation and the pixels blur together in comprising the big picture.  This was never about me.

thank GOD.