I spend a lot of time in the car. Maybe it’s my sanctuary. A haven, even. But with all certainty, it is my thinking/praying/feeling/listening space.
Yesterday as I was driving back home from Lafayette, I thought I’d follow up on the shared diagnosis and the emotions being stirred by the prognosis. One minute everything still feels entirely normal and then a split second later, we think about Killian playing football someday— and it spins us into a grief-hole of the unknown.
An utterly bizarre game of chicken between holding hope & cultivating peace in the uncertainty.
In any case... please excuse the janky audio. It accidentally ran through the vehicle’s system so it’s just going to be “good enough” for today.
Love you. Thank you for being human sunshine to hurting hearts.
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