Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.
- Wendell Berry (Hannah Coulter)
My house is trashed, but our bags are finally (nearly) packed – two skirts for the conference, a dress for the funeral.
Memory Eternal, Ray! God, give rest to the soul of Your servant who, this morning, has fallen asleep.
And dear Beth and Jared, we are coming! The many of us who love you are gathering, traveling to where you are to share in your grief.
Love covers a multitude of transgressions and sometimes hard to swallow flaws. All steeped in our imperfections we show up "as is" to weep with those who weep, experiencing a merciful foretaste of Heaven in our need for one another – in our comforting and being comforted.
Yes, I'll be gone a little while. Please keep the Johnsons in your prayers.
Peace, courage and love, love, love to you!