To find moments for being gentle in the midst of strident cries gives rise to the necessity to trust the stories sharing directions that make sense. Other stories do not have to be mine. Meaning for one is not meaningful for another. As one theologian writes, We must be diligent in the pursuit of proximate answers and solutions to understand the ultimate problem of human existence. How many people look upon their existence as a problem? I believe that beginning my morning with yogurt in the same wooden bowl I have used for years starts the story of my day. While living, I can continue to read to gain some wonderful insights. Whether or not the omnipotent God cares is not something I find myself caring about, knowing that to do so is somehow a disservice to the complexities of life. Small notes of love tucked between pages of my journal create all the wonder I will need for a day.