My latest trend involves skirts, make up and panic attacks on my evident mortality. Youth is wasted on the young and I feel too old to make up for the mistakes of my past. All lies, of course. I'm slowly learning that the crippling, the damning and the constricting ought not to have any hold on me. I am free. Free to love, free to grow and free to serve.

Teach me to pour my life out to others and for others.

Today, Sarah and I met up and read the gospel according to Mark, out loud in alternating versions. Truth floods. But while I seek to do good, teach me to never take my eyes off goodness himself. If I do not have love, I have nothing.