Yesterday, I heard a lot of concepts I had heard many times before. I was encouraged, not so much by what was said, but by what wasn’t said. As I sat there among people who are being changed by truth, I wanted so much to pray for them, and myself, because of how difficult and slow this process of change is. It’s hard to give up the things that were once our all and admit that they're nothing in comparison to something we can’t hold in our hands or grasp with our minds. One of the hardest things, I think, is to take our perceptions of truth, beauty, goodness, etc. and hold them loosely, admitting that we have no idea how wrong and incomplete they are.  As I thought about this life, this deep unraveling and purging, I cried for the people around me, these people I don't know how to love but I know are loved on the basis of something I don't and can't fully understand. And at the end of the day, in some strange way I can't explain with logic, I was encouraged by all these things.