So I've been thinking.

And I should really stop making these late nights posts because who really knows if they make sense come morning...

I got to catch up with some dear friends this week, people I haven't spoken to in ages.

A letter from a friend that is such an example of faith and resilience while she serves a sentence in prison for something she didn't do.

I was helping a friend with some "girl stuff" and encouraging him to move forward and find something worthwhile.

I've received messages from my siblings and pictures of nieces and nephews that I adore beyond reason. (besides the fact that they're all uniquely awesome.)

I have a solid roommate that forgives readily and gives all in the work and service of God.

I feel a great loss of a good friend that I don't get to see any more, and yet his presence and songs remain.

I send some random bits of nonsense to raise spirits.

I have an overwhelming urge to hug people. I restrain... Mostly. 

I want them to succeed. I want all good things. I have the most overwhelming sense of love and forgiveness. And I'm caught up in this ability that man has to love and all the forms that it can come.

My cup feels like it's overflowing.