Starting Eugene Peterson's Leap Over a Wall again. I've a love-hate relationship with Peterson's authorship: it's brimming with emotion and depth, but his play with language and penchant for word creation gets on my nerves. Drawn to consider David freshly, however, and I remember gaining from my first reading of this book.
Much on mind and heart. Friends to pray for as the sand in the hourglass gains fearful speed. In those prayers perhaps I shall discover God and myself afresh.
You are not forgotten.