Truly, relationships and community are not meant to be understood but meant to be experienced, (Young) like the beauty of a garden. Pain can at its best only remind us about its purpose, to be fragrant and flourishing, while only love can show us its intended and profound beauty.
Whatever that's dead have to be cleaned up, to give room for the living.
Came across the book Cross Roads by Wm Paul Young tonight, and it kind of found me...
Image and appearance tell you little. The inside is bigger than the outside when you have the eyes to see. (Young)
I would very much like to have those eyes... wide open :)
