But at some point you have to make peace with what you were given and if God wanted me to be a shy girl with think, dark hair, He would have made me that way, but He didn't. Useful, then, might be to accept how I was made and embody myself fully therein.

I knew then that this is how God loves us all and receives us all, and that there is no such thing in this universe as hell, except maybe in our own terrified minds. Because if even one broken and limited human being could experience even one such episode of absolute forgiveness and acceptance of her own self, then imagine—just imagine!—what God, in all His eternal compassion, can forgive and accept.

To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

Maybe it is what it is - until it is something else.

Perhaps we should acknowledge where others come from, as it might just be where we are headed.

Sometimes where we are and what we do is absolutely perfect for where we will one day be.