Rid me of myself.

Since I am used to this sort of casual conversation about shortness of breath, my crumbling came as a surprise to me. Driving down the road that had finally been paved was a blessing as I weaved my hand in and out of the blowing wind and as the coolness escaped between my fingers I thought of it as a way that the holy spirit was with me...odd as it sounds, I really did feel comforted. And safety aside, it made me break even more. Thinking of the enormity of the situation and how much that Pops has allowed me to grow in the last year, much less months, alone. It is a blessing. I am blessed and not my own.