I haven’t forgotten.
The weight is beginning to settle around me.
Time to prepare.
He’ll be with them, every step of the way.
We will witness.
We will see.
We will mourn.
Maybe it’s foolish, to try to plan things. I keep trying to plan things, and surprises come out of left field. I already begin to suspect what this year’s ordeal will be — but then, what do I know? How can I know, really?
July will be CampNano. I have two writing projects under way, not counting the various editing read-throughs I’m doing. The Vigil runs the 6th through the 14th, and I still don’t yet know if fasting is going to happen, though I think likely. We’ll see.
I can’t say I’m looking forward to this, exactly, yet I also do. I am grateful for the experience, and I value being horrified and being in that place of grieving with Him, even if I can’t possibly know what His grief is like, from within.