It's interesting how my story keeps revolving around a continual thought/truth. While there's more than one (I'd like to think), one is a thread in the tapestry of this simple art work - called my life. Simple, that is, to God...and maybe to me on good day. A day when it all makes sense, when the labors of prayers, hope, and dreams part the clouds of monotony to say: "Oh, so that's what He was doing all along." Well, the thing/thought/truth is: "remember." Remember what? Remember the little things - that is, remember all the little ways that the supernatural broke through the un-supernatural and opened your eyes. A sunset when I was hopeless, that while [...]