A Promise

Yesterday I spoke by phone with a good friend. She was concerned about my rising cancer numbers, but not for the long term. Even though we all recognize that the numbers don't necessarily imply soon death, my friend reminded me of an encouraging promise--with an entirely new twist. During the evening before Jesus' death, he promised his friends that he would prepare their homes in his Father's house, and whenever one was ready, he would personally come and escort the new resident to his new home. (I'd always thought that promise referred to Christ's return at the end of this age, but what a lovely thought that he will come for each of us, one by one, whenever.)

So we arrived safely and in good time in Washington DC, and it's so great to see Lisa again. This morning we're going to a special serviced at the National Cathedral.

Have a blessed day.

Carol