your mom and stepdad got up early to cut a hole in our wall so we could have a/ c this summer. 2 pm there was a funny bright square in the wall past the bed, somehow, a more natural alternative to the glow of a tv screen. on a whim i found an old journal that had been displaced in the construction and i read from it. i was sobered and struck by how i strove two years ago, to see His art everywhere. to be like Him. and now with all the change that has happened in my life since, how he has shown up...and i’m more hollow, soured, and untrusting than i ever was before. still, He is good. 4pm we stood on a pile of drywall and delighted in the cool air.