Sometimes life really feels unfair. 

At church today my family was talking with family friends whose wife/mother died recently after a   l-o-n-g   battle with breast cancer. Now, C, the middle son who is my age, has testicular cancer. The prognosis is good, and everyone seems to be in good spirits, but it just feels so wrong.

Yes, our world is broken, and this family's struggle may pale when compared with children whose entire families die from aids or war. But this hits closer to home than most real pain. My heart is sad for them, and I am ashamed of how much I pity myself for things that are so relatively insignificant. 

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.

May the hope of this season remain in our hearts.

Merry Christmas

 

I'm on the first-call list for a friend who's about to go into labor, and it's a strangely new experience.

the devil's in the details... leaving the cell phone, still on, right next to my alarm clock. making all kinds of hilariously tentative plans for the weekend. for once, having a good excuse for my chronic procrastination in getting my car's oil changed.

there's a false sense of familiarity. it's almost like sitting alone at home hoping some guy will give you a call, but in this case, you know that one of these days the phone is actually going to ring.

I really love the anticipation, the excitement. It's so good to be a part of life.