Proof of Life

Greetings to everyone, and welcome to those who recently signed up for this newsletter. Apologies for being so behind on my latest issue. I was in emotional survival mode for most of April, and then I managed to overachieve on May 6th by falling twelve feet while bouldering, resulting in a compression fracture of my tibia and multiple small meniscal tears in my right knee. My husband, Peter, who had been away for a full month tending to an intensely challenging situation in Atlanta (I referred to it in the last issue), promptly flew home on May 7th. It definitely wasn’t the family reunification strategy we had mapped out, but it was joyful and wonderful, nonetheless. I was joking with a friend of mine today that Peter may have had to be away for my birthday, but I made sure he was home for Mother’s Day.

Anyway, I saw the orthopedic surgeon this past Tuesday, and he told me that I won’t need surgery. With that bit of great news and the easing of a lot of my pain, I finally had the presence of mind to start writing. For the past few days, I’ve been trying to figure out how to share what my family and I have just been through. But it’s proving to be an enormous task. I would love your prayers as I craft this essay, whose scope quickly expanded from a detailing of recent events to a much more comprehensive treatise of how the life choices of the past eight years are tied to major theological shifts that have taken place since I first became a Christian in college nearly twenty-nine years ago.

I appreciate you all, and I want you to know that my sense of responsibility to my readers is always with me. Hopefully, you’ll be hearing much more from me soon!