The end of the world as we know it . . .

2/27/09

Thus, we begin. This unknown is so familiar, easy to recollect, easier to embrace. Minature socks hide under a teeth-marked crib, a big yellow truck parked in the bathroom, trains to trip over in early morning darkness, camflouge gloves and goldfish crumbs litter the car--so many reminders that we have reason to hope. Familiar prayers without words bring us to one word yet again: PLEASE. Come, Lord Jesus . . .