2017, thank you.

My year of relentless, merciless stumbling.

My year of pathetic spiritual and physical weakness.

My year of self hatred and condemnation.

My year of scraped knees, bruised bones, and depression.

My year of restoration.

My year of faith.

My year of joy and sheer illuminance.

My year of salvation.

(retreat reflection coming soon)

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