My journey has landed me in a place of ambiguity. Where I once felt God was black and white and easily deciphered-I have learned the opposite. Rather than knowing I've learned to be still and know he's God. Yet I still wrestle. My head argues. My body is restless. Occasionally, he will wrap his arms around this ragamuffin-hold me still and close. Here is where ambiguity makes sense. Here is where my breath is captured and my heart quiets.