My weary mind is filled with so much clutter and peculiar inspiration that any attempt to articulate it is poor and un-romantic. This is so much so that bullet points are seemingly the only form of realistic and accurate communication.

• NEVER just accept love. Rejoice in it, fight for it, give it as freely as you can.
• Jesus is more than enough for you. His grace goes beyond human comprehension.
• On a slightly more superficial note, I'm now of the belief that animals can communicate after an interesting episode with my dogs. I'm willing to accept that this strange notion does steer me in the direction of being in a state of questionable sanity.