im learning that the boulevards we walk are often paved by the pieces of the dreams we’re forced to leave behind.

im learning that the paths we’re asked to take arent always the ones we would have chosen.  and so often, far from those that we expected to be on.

im learning that this thing called grace covers everything.  and that it is for the now.

I am the worst of all things here,
my crooked, black, and lying heart still spits its bitter fear.
And each and every sparrow,
You see them flutter to the ground before they die,
So please God don’t forget me.

Showbread – The Beginning