Chipping

As the message was being delivered this morning I noticed this little pile of chipped wood which had fallen out of the congas.

I couldn't help but think about the wear and tear my elongated departure is taking on me not to mention my wife.

On some days this chapter of my life has been an endless stream of run-on sentences.

This chapter will come to a close. A new one is being prepared even as I write this, but a steady walk, with eyes fixed on the goal, will be needed to hold the pieces together.

Pray on...