I ask how, knowing that You will smile and say, "Because I was, I am and I will always be."

I don't need to look too far for me to come back full circle at the same question. Your mysterious ways keep me coming back.

More and more, it feels like writing itself is not enough to encompass the height, the width, the depth of the emotions and thoughts that You give me. I feel like I'm free falling, unafraid of hurting myself.

Perhaps it's time to start turning to my literary self, and pick up a book, and be inspired.