last night i sat outside listening to locusts and watching fireflies. the conversation i had the day prior with my host crept through my mind over and over until the waves of its meaning finally began to penetrate through my mental haze.

we discussed my life as a biker and the harshness of some of the realities of the lifestyle. there is an edge to this personality i carry, possibly the vulnerability jaye saw. as i began to speak of things from the past, i began to feel the edge... becoming uncomfortable, unsure, insecure, vulnerable. my wall began to come up. i got quiet. then the conversation changed to how i got saved by His grace while i was living in a biker house. the glow i felt so long ago has had many years to fade. the conversation on the porch with a dear friend rekindled its importance. the edge will fade as He shows me security in Him.

and i take this day and reclaim my faith that will happen.