This might be potentially one of the most exciting periods of my life. Every time I stop to think I can hardly believe what is happening, yet I really think it is.

Darrell labels it “when God messes with your cookies.” I told him in one email, I have crumbles of chocolate chips flying everywhere. But now Jesus is at the Throne sorting out the pieces into proper stacks. (That came from a prayer the other night with Terry—sounds a bit bizarre in print but I want a record of it.)

The cookies are lining up.