Saturday, January 10, 2004


It's quiet in the house...too quiet, but my mind is restless and noisy.

Amy is spending the weekend in the hospital and we're now assuming she's going to undergo surgery next week. We'll know more when the doctors deem it fitting to tell us.

I hope to sneak Amy out of the hospital this afternoon, with a wink and a nod to the nurses, so she can spend some time at home.

Meanwhile, I am still wrestling inside with the dichotomy of control and surrender.

I've come to the conclusion that I can only fall back on my most trusted allies of patience, time and God.