It’s 2:12 a.m. here in Cincinnati. Jodi and I have been packing and cleaning, making good use of that Protestant work ethic we were both raised on. JT wanted to say grace at dinner tonight and he said, “Dear God, thank you for this food and for loving us and for packing up. Amen.”
Amen. Please pray for his day-long hospital visit tomorrow, for a good report that we may drive north on Thursday with confidence. Thanks!