Berries, tears, and broken crayons
I am frequently asked how Ryan is doing. I am frequently asked how the boys are doing. I am also frequently asked how I'm doing. I'm struggling more and more with how to answer that question. There is no short, concise response. The daily struggles are venturing more into the unspeakables. And our daily struggles don't just include our own losses. They include the continued losses of dear friends that have faithfully walked with us. These past few years, death has been all too close to our family and too close to families we love. Responses to these questions require so much thought, more thought than I have time to give. I haven't yet caught my breath and it's difficult to be wholly truthful. Since the new year I've been on a cleaning, purging, organizing, and painting frenzy. Meetings haven't stopped. Ministry commitments continue. All the windows on the north side of my house are being replaced in less than a month. That means all blinds and curtains ne