The Roaring Wave of Providence

To get my hands up.  To grope for the pillars.  To saddle up the mustang and hang on tight.  To live for this woman who is giving her life for me, for these little humans who are our love made flesh.  Ride the roaring wave of providence with eager expectation.  To search for the stories all around me.  To see Christ in every pair of eyes.  To write a past I won’t regret.  To reach the dregs of the life I’ve been given and then to lick the bottom of my mug.  To live hard and die grateful. And to enjoy it.  -N.D. Wilson