Of course there's much to say, of grace and destiny and a heart full of love slipping out a bit through tired eyes in tiny happy tears as we drove from the Dublin airport up into Kilkeel, and the hills around me were embracing me like their long-lost own...
...and much also not to say but to let rest, about jet-lag, trying to sleep on planes, and subsequent florid prose spilling out on the internet. Suffice it to say, there's a lot that suffering teaches about God, and there is also a lot that sublime delight teaches about God. For now, it's been his will to put me through the latter.
