Home. A comfort, a place where you are known and still loved for your own self, a place of your past, but a place where you are ultimately headed. And a place I just revisited.

A peaceful mountaintop retreat, a few good reads, and a reminder that worry accomplishes nothing, saps one of energy, and causes self-suffering – usually needlessly.

I do believe firmly that God at least occasionally providentially mixes with our everyday lives, bringing us certain books, poems, and people who make a profound difference to us and become a means of grace. I have marveled at God’s doings over time, bringing us blessings through others. And so John and Isobel have become to me.