one of the most enjoyable evenings of my life.

an estranged friend and i enjoyed the grace of hope...
the house across the street--the "fourth floor" of my house--that we had hoped to see become a house of prayer and love to the neighbors, has declined since JP and Chris moved out... at this point it's a house of selfishness, fear, disillusionment, and suspicion... we enjoyed praying hearty "Mercy!" over it...

it's a wonderful thing when you come to the end of yourself and find that Jesus is there, holding the end of the rope, loving you and being the "friend of sinners" you read about in Scripture...

What a wonderful thing, when our best laid plans fall apart. from this ground springs eternal hope...