Time

"All I want is love, I confess to this
I will take You, Lord, all I have to give."
- "Time", Third Day -

We pray for time and get it in the long, silent hours of two unscheduled days. With time, my jeans become decent with the aid of a needle and thread. Movies watch themselves. Winter Olympians scratch their curling brushes across the ice as I learn that 13 million Americans spend more than 50% of their income on housing and rent, that I'll be riding this summer to stop it (indecent, unaffordable housing, not curling). We contemplate the return journey, though the concept of end seems surreal. With time, life finally still like a beautiful crater lake with its beauty and profound depth.

So much has happened unexpected from Rachel to film school to... well... traveling and serving in Europe. To continue unexpected, I never liked curling, then I met Eve Muirhead. I've not met her, but she's 19 with fun-trendy hair, Scottish, and plays bagpipes, and if I met her randomly on the streets of the UK, I wouldn't mind giving her a high five.