he delivered me from all my fears.
Those who look to him are radiant;
their faces are never covered with shame.
This poor man called, and the Lord heard him;
he saved him out of all his troubles. (Psalm 34)
I hold my breath and stutter at words that swirl in my heart and mind, but can't find their way to my tongue or my keyboard. It's been a year. A year of grieving and joy and disorientation and pain and laughter and listening. A year of holding on and moving on and letting go and holding on again.
Your prayers and comments have continued to encourage us so much; Amy and I both thank you. God is good, continually-amazingly so. Blessings to you.
(picture from Christmas 2004)
