Sort of gave myself an ultimatum.
No longer was I going to hole-up....
Not because of my health, not because of my body,
not because of any other insecurities that
rob me of moments
truly worth living.
And I haven't.
And August was one of the best months in
my 49 years of life.
And though sunflowers have always been for me been one of God's greatest
creations, seeing a field of miles and miles of them in northern Michigan
this summer brought me back to the symbol they have always stood for to me
and this simple phrase of words "face the Son".... my new mantra.
