Sometimes life is just hard.
July 10th, my dad fell and broke his hip. He had surgery 2 days later because his heart was arrhythmic and they had to get it under control before surgery. July 10th I had just arrived in California, for a mission trip.
That was hard.
This week a dear, dear family friend, and the only friend of my dad I've ever known or seen, passed away. My heart broke. His funeral is tomorrow in a town 3 hours away. Tomorrow, I'm scheduled to be part of a presentation at a women's retreat in Plano.