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Last month I read the book This Beautiful Mess by Rick McKinley. I never wrote about it because I didn’t quite know what to say. The book was a major kick in the butt for me, especially in light of Jamaica and I living down here in the city. The mess is life. The beauty is God. The conflict is in the mash-up of the two. They are not mutually exclusive.

Jamaica wanted to read the book as soon as I was done. I really didn’t want her to because now we would both be held hostage to the words churning in our heads and hearts.

I still don’t know what to write about. All I know is that we’re in this city for a purpose. And that purpose has to be more than just a shorter commute to work, a better view and great restaurants within walking distance.

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