Thanks!

I am grateful for the journey,

For sacrifice given freely, no strings.

For joy. For tears. For healing. For rest. 

For forgiveness,

Offered,

Accepted.

I am grateful for the knowing.

When we allow it, we are love.

Reality Bite

In 1988 I worked nights as a data entry clerk for the Internal Revenue Service in Allentown, Pennsylvania. It was boring work. It didn’t help that I didn’t sleep very well while Ryan was in kindergarten. I was tired most of the time. Although I didn’t like the job, I thought I was lucky to have it. We had one car: my old Chevy, and Tom needed that to commute to New York during the day.

Driving home one night in late February, I cranked the radio to stay awake. It had rained earlier. A thin sheet of ice covered the road. The highway was salted, but I skidded on the exit ramp.