I’m not given much to sentimentality… but the rawness, the power of that music is undeniable. It caught me off guard…

The loss of my father, the coming troubles – and the bloodshed that will come with them, the uncertainty… it all weighs heavy.

Today, we were offered a bit of respite… succor and relief for the first time in a long time. Years. I’ve gotten so used to facing things with grim determination and gallows humor, I really didn’t know how to take our stroke of good fortune… “gobsmacked” would be a good adjective…

So, I decided to give Him praise, in my own way… one does not answer good fortune with bad grace. Be thankful for what you’re given…

The wicked flee when none pursueth..." - Proverbs 28:1