I am trying to get a sense of where you are, yes geographically, but also your heart, your soul, you yourself. I want to know you’re o.k., but what does that even mean? You could be alive and “well,” doing what you’re doing, but maybe down deep somewhere, not. Come fill the empty chair waiting here for you. Let’s eat and drink and talk together about things great and small. My ears are open; my heart is too. And maybe I might even be able to speak a word of peace.
God, heal and save.