“some days i question whether God is paying attention to me. is he even watching? listening? why isn’t he answering? some days i want to shake my fist at the sky, demanding response. some days i actually do. and then some days, apathy overtakes any passion, any motivation, any indignance that might propel me into motion: why bother? no one is noticing, anyway. and then i remember things like this and reread them and think, man, have i still got a long way to go. one of these days i’ll get the hang of this, i suppose. until then, i guess i’ll stumble along in grace.” (>>)