I posted this on FB yesterday as a thank-you to the seminary classmates who sent the t-shirt to me at a time when wearing t-shirts in public wasn't gonna happen. Now I can both wear it and do it, and I'm very grateful for the encouragement.
The other day I made my first visit to a physical therapist so that I can begin to address some of the winter's damage. I realized that I AM making progress ~ in March, my first attempts at walking got me about halfway down the block ("Mom, give yourself a break; you've hardly left that chair since mid-November, and it's going to take some time," my son pointed out), and now I can make three miles easily.
And in the rest of my life? I have been very much affected by Walt Farrell's death and, as the Josh anniversary date of September 2 approaches, I can also see how far I have come since those dark days. I don't just preach like a girl. I preach like a mother who has walked through hell and begun to understand resurrection in ways that would have not been possible otherwise.