Almost a year

Tomorrow, June 6th is the one year anniversary of when John went into the hospital. I thought that I had remembered how to breath again, but I'm finding that's not the case.

At work, we have the priviledge of attending chapel on campus during the week. During the summer, it's Thursdays. This past Thursday, the speaker was the Dean of the school of ministry. He spoke on Psalm 23 focusing on "walk through".

He said when we find ourselves in a valley, we often want to run through it to the other side. I wanted to tell him that he's wrong. My worst valley, last summer, I wanted it to last forever. And right now, as the days to June 18th get closer, I don't want them to happen too quickly, either. I find myself wondering again how is it possible that time is moving on?

Jennifer