God creates us.
He gives us individual hearts.
He gives us unique passions.
He gives some of us different temperaments.
and He gives some of us hearts of sadness.

truth is truth. i believe the truth.
but truth is huge. and much of it is still a mystery to us.
and truth does not have to be equated with happiness. truth is not relative, but its place in our life is relative....subject to our sin, our heart, our humanity. and since we are all born with every capacity to fully accept the truth, since we are made in the very image of truth, there are grains of truth everywhere. a discerning spirit, a heart living in communion with the Ghost will be able to sift through the chaff and find the wheat.

there is beauty. it's everywhere, but sometimes it's sad.

i've found it creeping up on me, surprising me in the most unexpected places...in the in-between times, in people i thought i'd figured out.

hearts of sadness, hearts of hope.
they are made from the same substance.