In my book of life, I'm facing the fact that several of what I hoped would be my favorite chapters in my life are now missing, having been hastily torn from the book. For the most part, your book of life writes itself. Or atleast that's kinda what I thought. But now I am frankly a bit lost. Lost what to think. Lost what to say. Alone most of the time, and listening to what God would have me see and hear and feel. Being alone is not simple, but being alone has been a time to think. As I've been thinking, I have realized that I am still a person who cares for people, mostly people who are hurting. I am still a person who makes mistakes. Still a person who loves animals. And even though these missing chapters make me feel sad, and very often despair, I can say with the utmost of gratefulness that even without these chapters that I was looking so forward to, I still know how my story will end. And so I thank God for His grace, and for his unconditional acceptance of me for who I am, as broken as that can look at times. He will not leave me, or forsake me.