February 18

I got an unexpected call this morning. It was from Lara, a gal from our church. And she was asking if I'd consider speaking at the upcoming women's retreat/conference. About being real no matter what; even when it's scary and unfamiliar and risky and uncomfortable.

My first thought was are you nuts?! I write, I don't speak. (But I didn't say it.)

And then I thought about it more as the day wore on, and I'm leaning toward saying okay, because I feel like I probably should. And I always said that I wanted, no, needed Logan's struggle to have greater meaning. I need his precious life and passing to be more than a tragedy, or a situation in which I feel like God failed us.

If my feeble words could help someone else... if my loss could bring some kind of validation to someone else's struggles... I'd like that. A lot.