Purgatory = Indiana

I have learned to play, "Everything in it's right place" by Radiohead, on the piano.
That is something to brag about.

What goes on with me? You surely know. You surely don't. I'm no more sure of that than you may be.

I am getting a little sick. I still don't have health coverage to live in Indiana.

I am in purgatory; A place I thought I didn't believe in.
More Catholic than I expected to find myself.

I still have hope.
Friends have offered to help.
I'm not going to start dying yet.
The fact of that, makes things a little less stressing.
I do not have enough free time to make that infamous list of, "things to do before I die",
so if death started nearing, this would be the first time I wouldn't be ready.

I wonder if certain people would ask me where my faith is in all of this.
I wonder what that phrase means anymore.
A goal of my life was to make faith something to do, to live, and to not praise yourself for having.
My faith is in Jesus Christ, still. It has not bended.
I still don't know what it fully means to believe in Jesus, (Either do you.)
,but I do strive to find out, still.
This is not really a "sufficient" answer for most, but then again I struggle with giving Christians "sufficient" answers.

Shalom.