The older I get the less I feel I have it figured out. Age hasn’t answered my questions so much as it has made me ask the right ones. The answers I seek arn’t fully found here and this only whets my appetite for eternity. I have grown accustomed to the wrestling of soul and found that I am far weaker than I ever realized but also discovered that He is far greater than I ever dreamed. Somehow this inner stretching of a broken man toward his gracious Lord is called strength.