now a certain man was

This isn't for you; it's for me. This is my release. There are voices left and right and front and back but the one dead center, that's me, that's me. I fought myself every day this year, yes, and most days I won.

I came here seeking my own thoughts in ways that make sense to me. Still do. Hardheart, I condemned you with the best of them. But my real desire is for your Darryl to be child, stone to soften.

I don't promise anything for as long as this takes me. I don't imagine the sensemaking struggle ever lessens. But the best part of the wrestling is that He responds. He called me, and I answered. He called again, and I took down a message for you. Jesus called. Call back...