06 January 2011

Peace is an elusive little thing. 

In The Shack, author William P. Young references "the Great Sadness." It's like an overcast sky; there are no dark, ominous clouds, no alarming thunderstorms, but there's no great light, either. Everything is just grey, muted, dull. 

I feel calloused and raw, willing and reluctant, open and closed. All at the same time.