Day 58
Sometimes it’s hard for me to believe that God made the sun stand still. Scratch that. Most of the time it’s hard for me to believe.
I rest, though, on the hope of something greater and the evidence of things unseen. That and psychedelic electronic music.
I didn’t hear him during dinner on the roof top with friends. I didn’t feel him in the concert. But in the car, in the quiet car with the stars up above, i saw him.
