Thank you.
Thank you, really, to all of you who commented and wrote me emails. They really mean a lot to me. And mostly I'm just checking in to say I'm feeling better. The way I came to feel better seems important, so I thought I'd record it: *I prayed, and it wasn't pretty. This was flat on my face, weeping aching praying, saying, over and over again, "You have to fix me. You have to heal my heart." (Yes, precisely in those words. I can get a bit sassy and demanding in my praying.) I felt broken and I felt like I spent all day trying to fix it and everyone else was trying to help me fix it, and no one could do it. I wasn't asking to stop grieving, just to be functional and believe in good things again. I felt deeply then, more than perhaps ever in my life, that there was this gaping hole in me that I needed God to fill. And, after many days of praying like that, and a turning point conversation with Sam (up next!), something lifted, sh...