today i am trying to grasp the idea that setting our ugly "stuff" free--even in all of its scariness and potential heartache--is actually a beautiful picture of the redemption human's are capable of receiving. i am reminding myself that faith cannot be fully known in stagnancy and comfortability. faith--even faith the size of a mustard seed--needs high leaps, exhausted sprints, seemingly endless amounts of time...
truth does not have to beautiful to make something beautiful. and the ugliness of life is not intended to be endured secretly and alone, but in community with the intent of wholeness.
just thinking about life/procrastinating homework/waiting for class.