never felt so complete

"Pieces falling from me
You can have them for free
I never felt so complete
Pieces falling from me"
-Gomez, Little Pieces

I am alive. We are living in an apartment on the edge of the San Dieguito estuary area. Charlotte is working at church and finishing her last quarter of school. I am still driving a cutaway bus for the ADHC in Mira Mesa on Mondays and Wednesdays and the intern program will end in June. For now, our Sabbaths are in Christ alone. In March, Charlotte will get Monday off and life will get a bit simpler.

"She's got a pretty face with the wedding lace, but I'm still waking up with myself"
-Jon Foreman, Resurrect Me
It's a curious season. It's like one arrived at familiar landmarks and somehow the destination is missing from the horizon. I have a beautiful wife who is crazy about me, a set of Wusthof knives and a hollow Jazzmaster. We abound. But we simultaneously are in the fight of our very lives. Or at least the beginning of it.

If life is rich in experience, relationship is the crown jewel. Great friendships are taking off. Connect group is a blast and Charlotte and I are leading more as we investigate Galatians and true gospel freedom.

Confoundedly, this season impresses me with a need to filter. At school I did my best to be plain, transparent and obvious in all things. I wrote whatever I wished with whichever subtlety or obscenity best preserved the alliteration. Instead, particularly in marriage, this a season for covering, guarding, honoring, and treasuring. These halls echo with the words, "It is impossible that no offenses should come". The quote is abbreviated, cut down in it's prime, as far as I can tell.
In context, Jesus' emphasis is obvious:
Luke 17:1,2 Then He said to the disciples, “It is impossible that no offenses should come, but woe to him through whom they do come!"
It would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were thrown into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones."

I want to defend, edify, encourage the dearest, littlest one. Even the littlest Ekeroth. So, you'll get me. Honestly. But I'll choose my words carefully this time.

The documentation is essential, even this public sort, to track with bundle of plans, circumstance, enterprises, joys, aches and celebration. Once again, I invite you to peer through the glass with me.