In the tough stuff of past years, I’ve walked beside Paul, learning to give thanks in all things.

Unlooked for these days, is the task of learning to be grateful for an absence.

When you miss someone, it is not something you can pray away…or even something you want to. It’s not a mood, or a whim, or a hardship. It is a fact.

It is, and it must also be, a gift.

The man at the border called our future paperwork a quagmire, and our hearts wanted to curl up in a paper bag. But I thought it different on the way home.

That on Christ the solid rock I stand. And all other ground is sinking sand.

We’ll weather it then. Not narrowly or sucked to the side, but with great rejoicing because this, is where our path lies.



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