This is the next in a series of transcripts from my journal, written during the last year of Dave's life.
What kind of respite is this?
Is it a time like the last one, in which
Dave showed signs of life and hope, only to collapse into months of
weakness? It seems so. But even if it is only a breath of relief for
us both, it is still that. Breath. And we are enjoying it. Rides that
bring real enjoyment of the beauty of this verdant world along with
the spirit of adventure that has so marked our lives together.
And today he has planned another—an actual day trip I did not
think we would ever do again.
The canticles I read every morning provide melodic backdrop to all of
this, too. Related experiences full of love and fear and rescue and
faith. Reminders of God’s constant awareness and over-arching care.
Whatever happens, I do not need to fear.
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