“Wait. Go back,” Blair says, “because you were not in love and then you were. Say how that went.” She wants the messy part detangled and she knows I know exactly what happened. She can wait.
Naaman does not know what it’s going to take to be rid of this leprosy, but he knows how to point himself in the right direction. That is what faith looks like on a human.
Sometimes the thing you do for the right reasons has the wrong results. You never know, when you love big and hard, exactly how the narrative will uncurl.
Better than you could ever imagine is always a possibility.
What are the dregs? What’s left after the happy part has been enjoyed. But the dregs contain the memory of it. Don’t dismiss the dregs.
We are always sharing what we love. But if I only ever share what is first sponged clean of sinful smudges, then what I will give to the world will only ever be bleached goodness, with no living fingerprints.