Will somebody wake me up after next Saturday so I can skip the one year anniversary? The last of the firsts, the firsts of the seconds, the rest of my life to go. This "mist" of my life has hit slow motion and I'm tired of trudging through grief. I was reading in Isaiah 6 this morning and asking God for just a glimpse of what Isaiah saw. Or even what Paul saw in 2 Corinthians when he was taken up to paradise. Just a glimpse of heaven should be enough to remind me again what the fight is about; to remember that yes, God really did say there would be rewards for these trials that we suffer for a "little while", Jesus is coming soon, and we will marvel at Him when He does appear (1 Peter 1:6-9; Revelation 22:12; I can't remember the marvel reference).
They've found me . . . back to spelling . . .