There is a deep wondering that follows deep thoughts. Lately I have been thinking deeply, and I forget that speaking is often necessary to communicate those thoughts. When life appears to fall apart at the seams, everything, every place, and everyone are questioned in thought at every moment of every day. And most of the time those thoughts are not tangible, but are what we wish would happen. Reality is seemingly so far away and hopelessly out of reach. Every day thus far has been a struggle for me to admit that my reality is the real reality and that I can really not do much, given my circumstances. But in my circumstance(s), I must not lose hope. For to lose hope would be to succumb to my own thoughts, and let those become my reality. In a sea of faces, I cannot help but look for a glimmer of hope that everything will be alright. And when I look at His face, I know that I will find rest.