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Marveling

Today I am feeling pensive yet in wonder about life, which has a definite ebb and flow. We continue to hear good news and bad news from all of our friends and loved ones. The reports of cancer, disease and death are always balanced by reports of new life, new beginnings, and grace. We have one friend who is newly engaged and planning a wedding, another who has been fired by a church and attempting to transition into new life. One family endures the heartache that comes from fundamental disagreements over homosexuality, while another friend is leaving for Israel to work with a foundation providing care and support to some of the most hated and marginalized people in the world: Palestinian homosexuals and abused Palestinian women. Wherever the darkness advances, there is the Light pushing back.

For us the news has been good lately. Kathryn just had her two month doctor's visit and they could no longer hear her heart murmur. At the same time, Kim has yet to consistently feel normal again, going on two months now. Michael had his first trip to the dentist last week and did very well with no problems. He has to go back in the near future for a teeth cleaning, which ought to be something to see. He starts attending our church's Mother's Day Out program this month, and that has been hard for Kim. On top of all this I have papers due this week for school. In all of this I continue to be thankful for my life, my family, my friends, my wonderful church, and for my salvation in Christ Jesus.

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