I have been bothered a lot lately. Big surprise I know, right? But people seem to think that their strengths, the ones on the big display, are the good ones. Like their ability to continue to flaunt it means that we should align with their thinking somehow. Or better yet, they feel like THE architect of knowledge, and their blueprints are the mold for us all. I have said it before...I feel gifted to have an eclectic group of friends, from many different backgrounds with many different beliefs. With that said, I feel that my builder is/was incomparable. One that layed one heck of a foundation, and one that I will extend beyond my own capability at times. I wonder if when people walk through their lives, they happen to stumble on the cracks that are their mistakes with the ability to take in the residue that has covered their footsteps. I just can't imagine not learning a thing or two from the castors that the good Lord has given me to walk with. Sometimes I wonder if those same callouses whose sole purpose is a barrier, serve as an unmeasurable, unwarranted purpose to your strength in ignorance. Newsflash, it isn't bliss anymore. It will be a sage of unwanted cleansing from my ora and completely unwelcome. I have been overwhelmed emotionally and I had forgotten where my evolution resides. It hasn't moved. My plot continues to sojourn in the same place it always has, and that basic fundamental truth is the only anchor this momma needs. I feel lucky to be exactly where I am. I feel blessed to learn from the splinters I continue to catch in my armour, but mostly I feel loved by my inner framing. The ability to fabricate love from the bones of a once hollow build is only permissible by my Saviour Jesus Christ. His gift of love allotted my proudest residence. I share them with you now, and share them with you always.