Reading Nelson’s statement that he was feeling better at the beginning of last May has been bittersweet for us—because we know now that he wasn’t really getting better. But he was trying to be optimistic, and optimism is usually helpful.

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May 4, 2022 

The sickness is getting better. Every day is better than the last one. I sold my blue Easter Egg Dodge truck last night, ending my love-hate relationship with that thing. What a relief. Again, the verse applies, “The end of a thing is better than its beginning… and patience is better than pride.” Or… finishing is better than starting.

The baby boy is giving us a run for our money most of the day, not napping more than 30 minutes at a stretch, then waking up in full force not really ready for anything but crying and fussing… and eating some, but not enough.

You always wonder what to do as a parent. Mostly you have no idea and only learn that you don’t know what you’re doing or how to do it.

No more sermons to prepare, which is nice. I am glad God called me away from pastoring the church. It was also true there that “the end of a thing is better than its beginning.” I remember the beginning and how hard it was. Actually, it was pretty hard the whole way through in certain ways, but it was good to do it, and also good it’s over, at the same time.

“Accept the way God does things, for who can straighten what he has made crooked? Enjoy prosperity while you can, but when hard times strike, realize that both come from God. Remember that nothing is certain in this life.” (Ecclesiastes 7:13-14)