A good friend emailed me this morning, asking where I would draw the line between possible and impossible. The answer came to me rather quickly, perhaps because I had just come from my prayer/journaling time.
For me, this line lies inches from the feet of Jesus Christ. In Him, I truly believe, all things are possible. Without Him, well–stay home, with the covers pulled up over your head, because if He’s not part of the equation, it’s a bust.
As you know, my beloved Uncle Jack has passed on. I’m going to his funeral today, not so much to mourn, but to celebrate a life fully lived, with others who loved him as I did.
I’ll be back to blog tomorrow.