I am heading to Boston on Friday.

I am hoping the trip will be good for my soul. More than hope, I need it to be good for my soul.

I am also hoping to have some good things to say when I return . . . I hope that I will be able to put into words what my life has felt like for the last two weeks and what that has meant to me. I want to be able to turn the **** into something worth expressing and writing about.

My heart longs for redemption . . . . to be made whole.