I haven’t posted much these past couple of weeks simply because, well, I haven’t had anything really to say. Most often, I find myself staring off into the distance, thinking about life & the life that was Jordan Blake Watts.

Yesterday, we pushed through the “first holiday.” One week from today, July 12th, Jordan will have been 20 years old. (I’ll ask for prayer as that day gets closer.) It’s hard to put into words how we feel right now. Most certainly, we’re better than we were.

But…the road to healing, I’m afraid, is longer than I want to believe it is.There’s no “short cut” to adjusting to this type of “new normal.” Some days it’s like an emotional Bataan Death March. But, then – I call this to mind & I have hope: “Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions NEVER fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him.” (Lamentations 3:22-24)

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