Home. Rough, rough day.
Our friend and colleague passed away last night. She is Home.
I can't write much right now. Shock. Grief. Sorrow. Quiet Joy in the deep somewhere.
The visit to SCCA was rough today. My mother has a different perspective.
I am still processing. I heard a lot of things--things I didn't want to hear.
But have a more clear picture about the next steps.
This isn't over. It never will be...so it seems...
I need to go pull some weeds and remember that I am driving the train and I might just ask Jesus to do it for me....I have to lay this all down for the joy of the Lord who strengthens and prospers us.
Hands in the earth and on dog..............