I'm holding the pieces together..barely.
I spent the morning with Amy, as I have the previous two Sundays, but today I left the hospital early enough to attend church, something I admittedly have purposely avoided.
It's not that I didn't want to be with the very people I adore and with whom I've chosen to worship God. It's that I knew their outpouring of genuine love, prayer, concern and consolation would tip my focus from the emotional tightrope I've been perched upon.
I was right.
It's difficult to remain stoic and steady in a roiling sea of tenderness...but there are also far worse ways to drown.
