Hiding the uglier parts of who I am is easy when my life goes untested. Not only is an untested life undesirable when taking the long view, it’s not actually possible. Life is testing. And oh how I have lost my composure during many of my tests. To be capable of composure amid any difficulty, challenge or disappointment is a hallmark of a Christlike character. I suppose that such composure only becomes possible when I allow the uglier parts of my character to be purged from my soul.
From my home in Almost Heaven, xo