Sunday, September 21, 2003


Amy is in increasing pain, and I am unable to do much of anything for her. There are few things that rank higher on the scale of misery.

We await the scheduling of tests; the results of tests.

We are mired by the realization Amy's doctors do not share our sense of urgency.

It's a road we've traveled before, but the course is made no easier by familiarity.

The horizon is obscured by the foreboding mist of vagary and fear.

I can only offer it all up to You, Father...and in doing so know I am no longer helpless.

Psalm 28:2
Hear my cry for mercy as I call to you for help, as I lift up my hands toward your Most Holy Place.