Today is the penultimate day of the year, the second-to-last, one that is forever burned into my brain like a brand.
One year later, and I’m no closer to understanding “why.” I don’t think I ever will.
I said it last year, and I’ll say it again: God is good. But life’s a bitch.
All I can pray is that the words of Psalm 34:18 are true: “The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” I hope that is true. If God is close to those who cry, then he must be very, very near today.
Jeff, Carin, and Ryan – and the Towne and Bushnell clans – all my love.