11.14.09

I admit to a type of forgetfulness that sees me faltering during times in which I probably shouldn't (having perhaps been through something similar before).  Though I think the present situation always begs for faith anew, there is sometimes what I call an indulgence.  We read of Peter in one instant walking on water and in the next being rescued from sinking. That rescue is what I call an indulgence.  It is my demand for faith made sight, even though it counters the very definition of belief in the unseen.  It is my insecurities being yielded to.  

I'd like to say I am most grateful for indulgences.