Nezerly's father had a stroke last night. We don't know many other details beyond that. Nez just couldn't stay on the phone long enough to listen. She didn't want to hear. She wanted to be on a flight to
Alas, she was here and was going to be here until 6:25 a.m. this morning when the first flight to
The resounding cry from the living room's hardwood floor was, "Why do we have to suffer during life?"
Growth. Growth for that great plan of life. I try to think of all this as studying for the Final or training for the Race. It can be painful, and it can cause great suffering, but it has to be done. No ifs, ands, or buts. For His plan to succeed, it must be done.
May I offer a desperate prayer, 'Do you mind if we rest for a while?'
