I always tell people that Kara and my son have a very special friendship. Which kind of makes me laugh, because I think Kara has very special friendships with everyone. You can’t be her friend and not feel extra special for it. But Von and Kara do love each other richly and speak each other’s language.
We walked beside the ocean and cried tears for our story. We cried tears of gratitude and sadness. How in all the wonder over our story, we never thought to wonder this would be the good story. Jason struggles to figure when okay will reach him. Not good or bad- simply okay. The moment he will again function on a level of okay. I can tell that is where his wonder finds him often. I have no simple answers. I know there will be grace. Abundant abiding grace. Sustaining grace even.
I woke this morning beside my love. The background was echoes with the beating rhythm of the ocean meeting the shore. My love went for coffee and we sit silently together reading of abiding love. Love that remains.
There is so much to me of presence. I have been struggling and thinking through my limitations lately- the places I am not, and struggle to see where I am. I imagine this will be a battle for the rest of my days- the embracing or fighting of my limits- coming and fading.
I’m back. Kara has many, many friends, but since I’m one of the ones who writes, y’all tend to get stuck with me a lot.
I recently did an interview regarding Kara and friendships, and one of the questions the interviewer asked me was, what’s one thing people might not know about Kara?
It didn’t take me long to answer. She’s funny, I said.
