It’s good to be back. Much traveling, with more to come. Alaska was breathtaking, beauty beyond words…a holy place where Nature’s majesty silences all hubris.
I’m tired of the conflict over the the government shutdown. Need to back away from Facebook for a little while, at least the political arena. I’ve dropped a wedge between myself and people I care about, all over different ways of seeing the problem and trying to find solutions. Words often can hurt deeply, so I need to remember my Quaker friend’s advice, “Ask three questions before you speak or write, Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?”
Love seeing the photos of my new grandson. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for little Cass out there in San Francisco. I share the frustration of a lot of grandparents: I wish there weren’t so many miles between us. He’s precious, as are all babies. Some say he looks like me. That brings a lump to my throat.
I’ll be writing more about veterans later today. Finally have some free time. Spoke to an attentive group of ladies yesterday, telling the Point Man story (as well as my own). They were more receptive than most audiences, and they threw me a curve during the Q&A time when several of them said, “How can we get involved?” They were willing to sign up right then and there to volunteer to visit the troops and to put their time and energy into this veterans ministry. How gratifying!
Life is good. Long-time friends tell me that marriage is agreeing with me. They’re right.