Thanks for all the birthday wishes yesterday. We went for a last walk on the island and will be heading back after breakfast.
It was a magical time here. I would like to stay another week. But other things have to be done. Last night after the lights went out, I couldn't help but think about 700 miles from here there was chaos, death, suffering beyond imagination.
And then there was the suffering that Ed wrote about. That kept me awake as I wondered about what festers beneath the surface in each of us. We think that we know someone, and later find out that we didn't really know them at all.
And then there are those who still suffer from the deaths of those they love who chose suicide or Russian roulette with drugs or alcohol. Kel just wrote about the death of her dear son. It all seems too much at times, too overwhelming and pointless.
I am reminded though that these terrible events are outliers. For the vast majority of the time, things go smoothly without catastrophe. I still believe in the goodness of people. Most of us don't harbor dark thoughts of murder or death. God is still here with me as He is with those who suffer today. And He too may be weeping at what He sees.