Two Down, Two to Go

Rather surprising that two weeks have passed since Chris left for training. I'm doing fine, except for missing him. Not the kind of crying-ones-heart-out missing, but just feeling like the rest of you is not there. Of course, I can't wait to see him. He's doing very well--getting into shape, something I hope he keeps up with once he gets back. We've both been too inactive, and it's showing.

Heard a song a little while ago that I haven't heard in a very long time, and I thought I would post it for encouragement to anyone who needs it.

Pick up your heart and Carry it to healing hands

There is no scar, no pain He won't understand

Those broken dreams you've carried this far

Need his touch to mend

Pick up your heart and Carry it to healing hands

What brought you here to this time, to the place

Where your own strength has found its end

And the load that you bear is too heavy to carry

Come bring it all to Him

For the souls that know surrender

He is gracious to hold us so tightly

Pick up your heart and Carry it to healing hands
There is no scar, no pain He won't understand
Those broken dreams you've carried this far
Need his touch to mend
Pick up your heart and Carry it to healing hands