This is the Jubilee of my Soul

I feel as if life is supposed to be aimed.
Like cross hairs on what our ultimate purpose is.
I used to always check where I was aiming before I shot.
Now, not so much.
I need to get back to that.
And, quit "wasting time" in the biggest sense of the word.
I have been too worried about making myself a martyr.
I have missed the point.
Where grace, true grace, and love, true love, meet.
Steady.
Aim.
Fire.
I see today finally being different.
I haven't seen a day like that in a very long time.
This is the day.
For me to have an excuse to stop being to apathetic.
This is the day.


Shalom.