The Writing on the Wall

A note, before I open the story I’ve held close. I drafted most of these words last week, while still in Alabama. I had to put this post on hold due to unforeseen circumstances. It’s now March 20th and I’m in Florida, home for tests and to be with family while we wait for answers. This wasn’t the plan, really, but that’s okay. All is well and all is being made well. The writing is on the wall; He’s still the Author of it all.

I’m blinking back tears in Starbucks, and I just think you should k...