i had the bizarre experience of having someone rock the boat - my boat, that is. have you ever felt stable and settled, and then all of a sudden, have the glasses and dishes shatter on the floor? it's a very off-kilter but not unwelcome feeling. what if this begins to explain my miniature crisis? praise the Lord if it does. funny how an outsider can just slide the angle and begin to make sense of the chaos.
i keep talking about how there are all these puzzle pieces floating around, dancing above my head. how will they find their fit?
am i who i think i am?
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