Erik leaves this morning. Packed up, showered, and rearin' to go. I can see in his eyes that he's syked to be going back, and I also know that he'd love to have a little more home time. What a blessed mix. As it should be...

It's 6 F degrees this morning.

I hear, in my mind, Grandpa's voice, the Travelers' Psalm...

"...the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.....the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore."

Amen