I just want to pause and catch my breath for a moment.
It’s been just about exactly six years since my father died quietly in a hospital bed, from complications related to surgery. About two months after that, I started this blog, using the first post to reflect on his passing.
And now, here we are, 999 posts later.
I don’t know what it is about round numbers that make them different, special. One evening, when the kids were small, I returned home late from work, got them out of bed, bundled them into the car, and drove around the block a couple of times — so we could all ooh and aah as the little dials on the trip odometer rolled up from 99999.9 to 100000.0 miles.
I guess we were all just a bunch of adrenaline junkies.
So: 1000 feels like a milestone, even without the little dials. Thank you, dear readers, for your interest and support. I pray that these posts have served you and our God well.
And I promise, for now at least, to continue writing, as long as God gives me breath to catch.