I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it. But I didn’t, not really. only the glimpseness of it, the pink slippered all-containered semi precious eagerness of it. Don’t know, didn’t know about grace abounding the smudgness of me. the goriness of me. I was halfed in half by halves. Didn’t realize it would sometimes be more whole, that the wholeness was rather an all fulfilling reality, because He wholes. Every sunset and smile, in every inexplicable Joy. glory shines through the halfness of me, messness of me. But with Him, I’m no longer half.