Oh, I'm sore. My sternum feels like pigeons have found a home in my ribcage and are fighting amongst themselves in there. I'm trusting that this hasn't happened.

I found this quote in the book, Walking on Water, by Madeleine L'Engle, which I'm reading and loving right now.

"Unamuno might be describing the artist as well as the Christian as he writes, 'Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in the heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, and not in God himself.'"

These are good words to take to heart when living in a confusing and war torn world. Or after free falling in your vehicle. Or when you're five, and trying to figure out why we were allowed to be in the accident in the first place.

All I know is this: My driving may be a little bit white-knuckled, lately, and my baby may cry whenever he gets in the car, but I feel more than ever that my life is gently cupped in my Father's hands. We are like small smooth stones, warm and cradled and sure. No matter what happens He will not let go.