God has been taking good care of me, I think. Some obvious measures of His grace. It's hard. I'm amazed at the courage of others. We all have to find our brave faces.
Work was a welcome distraction: invoices, checks, payroll, staff meeting. Responsibility and duty have been my dodge, my refuge in times past. This time I have to be willing to let the wound stay, to feel it. I have to trust that Jesus is up to something.
So much I want to (try to) write, but can't. The unsaid things must speak for themselves, in their own voices.