Well, keeping in mind the genesis of this blog, I often wonder:
Why we let death tear us apart instead of bringing us together?
Why we can't speak our truth and know that it will be received? (Maybe I shouldn't wonder about the receiving part...)
Why we don't accept that death is part of life?
That if God calls someone away it's God's will?
Why we sometimes weep as those that have no hope?
Why didn't we appreciate the dead one when he was here and now that he's gone we want him back?
Why are things never as they seem?
Does one ever know their purpose in life?
Does purpose change based on the stage you're in?
Is purpose definitive?
Do you really need to know your purpose?
What does it mean if you've never had a fight about the toilet seat with your spouse?
Things that make me smile randomly:
I am loved.
Someone thinks I'm beautiful all the time, not just when I make an effort.
Memories of delicious hugs and kisses.
Memories.
Living by faith in God (not anything or anyone else) - truly living by faith seems so stupid to those who watch you. It doesn't add up but I'm all in.
