WHEN YOU WANT TO BE FREE, YOU TRY AGAIN AND AGAIN, AND IN ONE MOMENT, YOU WILL GET YOUR FREEDOM.
                                  -Peter Laar, former Prime Minister of Estonia

For the last several weeks, I've been on autopilot.  It's too hard to think and resolution is far away.  It's easier to be lazy and to procrastinate to hope that abundant living happens on accident or by osmosis.  I'm hungry.  I'm tired.  I'm still trying to hope and thinking that the enemy has a tighter grip on my mind than I ever gave him credit for. 

This weekend, hearts were exploding.  Two families melted into each other like coffee and cream.  Fountains of tears and romance gushed over our lives.  


Like fireworks, two people's love and devotion to God and to each other lit up the sky and with pressure and force and heat, causing a colorful combustion of beauty that the world desperately longs to see.  


Unlike fireworks that are soon ended and fizzle into smoke and ashes after the last sonic boom, this marriage of powder and flame will never die, never fall to the ground as a spent ember.  No, it will shine brightly as a mythic star set in the heavens by the gods of man's oldest tales. 

Congratulations to my dearest friend and my brother from another mother.  I love you so much it hurts.