Dead, Dark, Depressing ... and redeemable.

Since the other two general internists left, my end of the clinic is rather depressing. Not many people around. No one to commisurate with. No one to confer with. No one to trade call with.

Dead, dark, depressing ... my end of the hall.

But ... also, I must recall that this did not catch the Father by surprise. It is not out of His ability to redeem. In fact, it's no doubt meant to help all of us to grow and depend on Him.

So, I take one day at a time, anxious to see what He is store for us!