Happy weekend, friends.
We’re counting up coins and memories,
a few lost socks, and some new stains on the carpet, and
according to Lydia, too many vexing math problems on her homework.
We’re counting down days to whenever it is we might go to Haiti once again,
God-willing. (We’re dreaming dreams here.)
We’re counting on each other,
on the sun to shine again tomorrow,
on the Holy Spirit’s inner working,
on a truth that sets people free,
and on a cross that trumps everything.