under the hand of God.

storms in the witching hour.
when i'm awake, because i've had too much sleep and yet, not enough rest.
movies that hint at reality - the reality of loss and life and fights.
movies that reflect little shavings of my dry soul.

so we shall begin this week. of significance in the most menial of tasks, embarking on greatness in the smallest role this plan can accommodate for, and while i go about these duties learning how to rejoice, i also go about them forestalling the questions and the doubts.

these storms in these wee hours - how things have changed since the earliest of them that I remember. God cares for His little ones - and I am one of His.

there is meaning, under the Son. even if I have not figured out what it is - yet.