As many of you know, this has been a rough week for your buddy Joe. Thanks for all of the support and prayers from around the nation.
As I was driving back to my office this afternoon I had a vision of a Roman soldier emerging from the dense fog of a cluttered battlefield. His bloody sword dragging behind him, his armor full of arrows and a significant slash on his left check. He just walked away from the battle, seemingly as the lone survivor. He wiped the carnage from his sword and slid it slowly into the scabbard. He never slowed his pace as he began pulling arrows from his leather shield and tossing them on the ground. He jolted his head to release the tension that had belt up in his jaw. It cracked. He never looked back. He was going home.
So am I. God whispered, "This battle is over, Joe. Go home and rest."
Deep and real peace to you and your beloved, dear reader.