My heart is full this morning with the depth of spirituality brought out in the interview with Horton Foote by Jeffrey Hildner [July, p. 34]. I awoke in the night and came across this article, again to ponder its wisdom. I found myself praying, so naturally, for a very long time, not wanting, just thinking and listening. Soon I realized my thoughts about my dear departed husband had not included a smidgen of sadness, regret, or longing. Though I have had many inspirations in that regard, this brought a newfound freedom. Soon—after only a few hours of sleep—I left for my exhausting new job, feeling rested and refreshed throughout the day, with no need for catch-up rest later.
"Grace pace"—what a hoot, and how we need it! We're so hesitant to show the down times, and yet even through those, the dominion is already self-evident, eternal, inevitable. And the photo, how subtly it shows the quality of the man, the value of his work.
BURLINGTON, WASHINGTON, US
