(This analogy may not make sense if you never made anything out of blocks when you were little. But, I was a master of building things out of blocks. There didn't need to be a purpose. Just a castle. Or a tower.)
But then, I realized after the project was over, that I'd actually been carrying a small yellow block of gorgeousness and it was so stupidly and lovely heavy I had to sit down and cry afterwards.
Someday I will tell you this story.
—but really it's about how God doesn't abandon us.
And how faith is creative.