I found joy in the number 815 today.

A choice. A plan fulfilled. Hope begins.


That aside, I held my own in a conversation that was troubling in both content and person. Still, I raised an issue, asked for him to help me understand his point of view, and stated my own. His answers were not what I either expected or would have desired...but the conversation itself was the smallest of victories.

Two things to savor this day...


Choice.

I have a long history of being forced to live the choices of others. Today, I chose laughter. I chose my ideas. I chose my voice. For the good or bad, I chose today.

I stood in grace...and not tears...

Is it not amazing what Christ can help us bear...if we choose?