My angst is on hold at the moment because I need to be a mature adult. The adult son of some parishioners (who are among Jon’s biggest supporters and who are just wonderful people) was killed in a car accident last night. I went with Jon to be with the family this morning and was the hugger and hand-holder.

Being with people in crisis is actually really meaningful to me, so I think I’m going to train to be a hospice volunteer wherever Jon ends up next. It’s not ordained ministry, but it’s a necessary one.

Lord, thank you for reminding me that this is not all about me — it’s about You. However, could You please just smack me with a 2×4 next time instead of taking someone else’s life?

Oh yes… I love all of you very much and please WEAR YOUR SEATBELTS. This death could have been avoided if he had buckled up.