As I contemplate a relationship with God, I find that I’m afraid to ride on the coattails of the infinite. But what I fear more than that is spending my life in the coat closet.

I have found that in meeting people where they are at, we are taking ourselves from where we have lived out our days to where we can now live out our lives.

You know as well as I do that choosing to love another person is choosing to be hurt. However, is choosing ‘not to love’ actually choosing to be hurt simply because we will have chosen to keep a part of ourselves to ourselves that will die a most horrific death in the keeping?

It’s not about describing someone as that’s typically an attempt to make whatever they are comfortable for whoever we are. Instead, we may wish to skip the agenda of the description and embrace the wonder of the person.

Love never lives on a one-way street, for it will always come back up the road bigger than how we had sent it down the road.