Come home running

Hi. It's me again. I do still exist. The lack of post signifies not an uneventful week, but a week so full that I barely had time to breathe, let alone commont on it here.
Grandma June had surgery again. This time it was to remove a tumor that had blocked her intestine. She seems to be do well now that the surgery is over, but it's still hard for me to believe that this is happening again. Last fall it was her heart. For some reason it's affecting me more this time, and I'm not even sure why. Perhaps because the news is still so fresh and incomplete. This happened only yesterday and I haven't gotten to see her yet. And a lot of my friends still don't even know. And now I'll just be selfish for a moment. This came at the end of a week that was already busy enough. On Friday I finally realized exactly how many things I have going on the month of October, and I felt like my head was going to explode.
But so far today is helping with all of this. Jordan Kjesbo was back in town today (I have no idea why) and leading worship. At the close of the service he played one of my favorite songs ever, "Come Home Running." I haven't heard it in ages, since no other worship leader does it, and he's been away at school. But today, when I needed it, there he was to comfort me with music. I probably should have thanked him for it, but Dianna seemed to be in a hurry to leave, and I needed to check my voicemail for word from my parents. So I guess I'll say it here: thank you, Jordan Kjesbo, for lifting my spirits today. And thank you Dianna, Jesse, Amber, Audrey and all the rest of you who are praying for Grandma June. It really means a lot.

-Kim