We live among shadows. We move from one trial to the next, sometimes with moments of solace in between.

It’s what this world can offer. Imperfect gifts and wavering goodness.

Looking to the lights. Heavenly lights. The Light. Light that cannot tolerate any shadow of turning (KJV). 

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17 (NIV)

Justin is recovering nicely this morning. He said, “Mommy, I think I barfed out the cancer cause I feel pretty regular today.”

I am filled with gladness. And I am also convinced there’s nothing regular about you, Justin.