Hallel

The only point of value in living is how the living shows up the dying inside. There seems to be not limit to the death in there. The only counter-thrill is the subsequent discovery of how much life there is in there. The life of Christ is more than enough for all of that junk.

And while being with people gives me a chance to let some of the junk out on them, it also gives the life in me a chance get out on them, too.

Ah. There is a limit to the death in there, but there is no limit to the life in there.

This season seems very hidden, and in a way, it is. There is a habit of leaning that is still not fully formed. I am going to be released, but not until I have learned to stay.