If I could post everyday of this season of my life, each message might be similar, beginning with my husband’s journey with Alzheimer’s and finishing with our happy ending, our promised eternal home. Heaven is real to me, and I don’t think of the future without counting past the time we spend in this temporary place. I doubt that I could get by with my life right now without keeping my eyes on the prize, which is life with Jesus and others who are waiting for the rest of us to arrive.
Thank you all who remember us in prayer. We are doing well most of the time, and we are coping all the time. Johannes was more alert today than usual. He was well enough to exude an attitude. Had he been able to speak, he might have said, “Pass the peas, please.” He still likes to eat and does so whenever possible.