4th of July weekend, 2009.

I rode five hours on a train yesterday with a most remarkable woman.
I doubt you have met anyone more remarkable than she.
I bless God for the blessing
Of serving her,
Of knowing her,
Of loving her
And watching her love Him.

Reading Psalms to you, K. C., is one of the highest privileges I have known.
Knowing your friendship and getting your hugs are some of the most unexpected blessings my life has been seasoned with.

She cannot speak with her mouth; she cannot walk with her feet.

We spent Thursday in the hospital.
“People make assumptions,” I said after the doctor left the room – he did not speak to her; only to me.
“Like about Jesus,” she said back. She speaks by spelling things out with her finger,
one letter at a time on a laminated sheet of alphabet letters and commonly used words. I make guesses to save her the effort of moving her finger more… the guesses are not always right. She puts up with a lot.

"Someday all the masks will come off," I say. She spells out:

S

O

O

N.

Soon.

When she sleeps, she is perfectly still, as she can never be while she’s awake.
And as she lays there I see all her afflictions as garments;
Garments that are put on her when she wakes,
Garments that the world sees wrongly and judges foolishly.
I know, I said to her, that God loves you so unspeakably much;
There is just no way that He would give such a trial to any one of His people that He did not make
Beautifully strong; and if He has given me trials, much slighter, to refine me and draw me closer – and I know He has – then how close He must want you, K. How refined you will be.

“Jewels in the crown!” were my last words to her, as they drove her away in a van from the train station. Her patience, her forgiving, her laughing through the hardest and most awkward of situations… her faith in His Word, in His promises. When I see a crowned head most blindingly bright approaching me in heaven,
I will know that it is K.,
And she will be walking, and talking, and praising God with all her might,
With all the might that He has given her.

****************************************************
Tonight, I’m back in the Bronx. The bewildering Bronx,
Where I cannot stay now,
But I can’t understand leaving.

Monday: a road trip! The grandest and most far-ranging I’ve had since childhood! Hurrah! And it’s with a prayer partner, a knowledge-thirster, a dear friend who’ll help me grow and be renewed. That’s a blessing I’ve dreamed of for a long time. Pray for us? Thank you.
Whole lot of packing
Going on.