One of the nice things about getting old(er) is that I can look back and marvel at how God has directed my steps and ordered my days in ways I could never have anticipated. This doesn’t mean, of course, that tragic events didn’t touch my life. I wouldn’t be writing this blog at all if my beloved Diane hadn’t been taken from me, with little warning (though in retrospect there were signs) thirty-seven and a half months ago. And there have been many other, lesser but still difficult, things throughout the decades. An admixture of Joy and Woe characterizes every life; and as to why the ratio varies from one life to the next, as Alan Paton wrote, that is a secret.
I am curious about yet hopeful that you and Susan may choose to honeymoon north of Highway 8, south of Highway 10, east of Highway 47, or west of Interstate 94. There are glorious works of God to be visited in all directions beyond these concrete boundaries.
I am curious about yet hopeful that you and Susan may choose to honeymoon north of Highway 8, south of Highway 10, east of Highway 47, or west of Interstate 94. There are glorious works of God to be visited in all directions beyond these concrete boundaries.