I am moved by the quiet echo of an empty post office. My own thoughts fill the room like the clamor of a busy restaurant. I find myself lost in places like this.... returned to the moments that bring me most joy. Frozen in those moments of sweet bliss and peace. Trying desperately to hold on to them before I must exit and return to the harsh environment outside of this safe place. But I must return to the real world. A world with few storybook endings and too many hopeless people. I refuse to blend in and accept a mediocre life. I pursue a life with moments that overwhelm a soul with joy and bring glory to God and blessings to others with every second. That is a truly perfect life. With an open heart, I live my life every day. This life is not my own. Whatever may happen, I crave to always rest in God's perfect, overflowing love, but first I must be broken. "The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise." Psalm 51:17
From brokenness comes healing and joy.