As my life tumbles along, up the hills and down the valleys, I wonder when and where it will quiet down so that I can catch a breathe, and just when I sense a slow down as it nears a hill, I learn of old friends that must somehow deal with the tragedy of not only losing one child but two, and I realize that my valleys and trapdoors are only bumps that must be dealt with but are survivable with only minor scratches and bruises to show for my fall. (more…)
Compiling God's Code 