My turn

At the suggestion of a very good friend, it's time to share my thoughts and feelings about Dan's liver disease and this crazy long wait for transplant, living across an ocean from each other.

I can remember our wedding, 29 years ago. 2 crazy kids, no clue what life held ahead of us and we didn't even care that we both didn't have jobs. We'd figure everything out when we got to it. God must have a sense of humor to watch his kids wandering around through life. I imagine him guiding us, much like the scientist guides the mice through the maze. After everything we've been through, I think my fulfillment is really in the journey, not some cozy destination where everything is rainbows and Reeses peanut butter cups. The journey is hard, sometimes painful, sometimes lonely, sometimes angry, sometimes beautiful, I never see the end of the road, but I don't need to as long as God's word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. I have always found it difficult to consistently read the Bible, though I never had a problem with consistently feeling guilty about it. These days, the Word of God leaps off the page, steadies my being, fills me with hope even while I feel hopeless, it is never changing and always available and filled with adventure, love, challenge, human emotions, defeat and victory, everything. I love reading one of Dan's Bibles, it has his notes and I feel closer to Dan reading it.

Ok, there's lots more to tell, only later.
Debbie