In art, I like open endings and untied strings. The best art is participatory, leaving interpretation up to the viewer. I create that which asks more questions than it answers.
I find it highly ironic that God has chosen to grant me a life that functions in much the same way. It is not as fun to live it.
I know that the secret to surviving all the open ends is trust, a word that seems to small to encompass such a huge concept. My mind is well aware of the necessity of absolute trust, but my heart… my heart lags behind. Too often all it can see is the pain of uncertainty and grief. The mind is willing, but the heart is weak, and sad, and tired.
Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
