Who I am doesn't change as I have been writing it's how I deal with the moments at hand, how enough is the suffering...must I be hit with cancer or death to receive and churn out the gift of christ in 'my' storyline, can I be greater than it. Can I be alone truly in the potters vessell and wait to be filled with water, or changed into wine, so that I may be quench to the thirst of those u place infront of me. 

Amen