I have cried about it as it affected others, but I have never had it walk into my front door.
And then it did.
Thirty-five days later Good is still walking in my front door, opening the windows, filling our bellies, holding our hands, ministering to our hearts.
Every time I tell my mom about something kind or good one of you have done for us, she says, "That's God loving you, Lisa." That's one GOOD thing.