I’m contemplating what to share. I probably will in due course, but right now, I’m sitting with it. Every day I accept even more parts of the story that God is showing me. I have to remember this: It’s not for my glory, but for His. If I share now, my pride and pain will show. Each day is like shedding a layer of skin. A layer of that soft exterior that leads to a hard interior. I know what I fear, I’m just trying to extract it delicately. An event happened this weekend that only He could use for others, but for me too. There isn’t a manual for how deep rooted emotions can occur from something good happening. God didn’t bless me to be a multi-tasking human. Walking and chewing gum at the same time is as much as I can handle. A euphemism yes. A lie, no. I often wonder how many layers we humans have. It’s honestly exhausting. There is work to do on my soul, mind and body. More than I can say. More than I want to admit. I’ve been a perpetual work in progress for years wit...