Lately I've been imagining life without a delete button. What would the world look like if I couldn't edit or sensor myself? I went through and deleted all my unposted blogs the other day. Trust me, they were unposted for a reason. I think one discussed the benefits of well fitting jeans...how is that for some golden nuggets of blogdom?

Things have felt cloudy lately. And then I hear myself saying, "Parker, your underwear is not a pocket" and the metaphorical sun breaks through for moment. I have a great life. Seriously. We have our rougher patches, but if I can keep my eyes firmly fixed to the hope I have in Christ the clouds don't feel so heavy or even relevant except to only mold me more like God.

Granted, that is a big "if." I screw the focus thing up constantly. I get whiney, selfish, and indulgent (says the woman who is currently eating her weight in breadsticks). Thank God for His mercy every day, and for the delete button.