Day 171. Justin is bruised and tired and neutropenic, meaning his white blood cell count is very low and he’s at high risk for infection. He received a platelet transfusion Wednesday, and we are driving to clinic now for a CBC to determine if he needs another blood transfusion.

Car ride. Fighting. It’s like three dogs barking in surround sound.

Context. It’s so hot outside you could fry an egg on my driveway.

Fried egg. That’s me. Burnout is ebbing out my flow and I just don’t want to play the glass-half-full game.

For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. 1 Corinthians 13:12

Clinic. I just walked past a partially open curtain looking for an empty bay. My eye caught a quick glance of a young girl having an IV placed. Her mother held her tightly, pulling her daughter’s face against her own. I know that particular embrace. The girl’s shoulders shook but she didn’t make a sound.

I’m getting that tight throat sore lumpy feeling again. Come, Lord Jesus. And bring Your face to mine. Grace be with you, my friends.