(Beautiful picture of trees that Cynthia took while we were in Ohio)

I'm looking at my life, Lord

and my clouded heart

and I think to myself,

they're just children

and I've known this from the start

And I think to myself,

am I better?

And I think to myself,

or I'm worse?

And is this ease a blessing?

Or is this ease a curse?

I won't deny the love I have

for discussing all these things,

for feeling like a grown-up,

and all these other things

But I worry about my motives

as I'm discussing your beautiful hair

Where am I going with this?

Why should you even care?

And I ask God lots of questions

and have more sleepless nights

And I wonder to myself

are you worth the fight?