It’s a quiet moment on one more Sunday eve in my brief lifetime, and my heart is hushed before God.
I feel the warmth of His presence near, and to dance with such flame is the danger I find my heart embracing again for the next decade of my life.
I’d rather live on the edge of epiphany, even if it means that death in the chasm is just a tumble away. I’d like my kids to live that way, too.
The next stock of the songs and writings from me will flow from, as Alison Krauss puts it, “the ache in my chest.” They will be the things I have to say.
Of course, I say these things in the quiet moments of an evening.
