Okay. I picked him up this morning. I couldn't bear to see him lie there anymore. The words, the promises, they are/were, always have been, beautiful. I placed him beside me while I thought and thought. I don't think I'm wrong for wanting to see. I think that just makes me human. A little lower than the angels, to be sure, and much lower than God himself, of course, but human. He made me this way so is he joking when he talks about living by faith, something that seems beyond the reach of human capacity? Is he? Hmm. I don't think he is and it truly irritates me at times.
Sincerely,
OH
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