Life goes on, like a river.
And on the coldest day in October, my oldest daughter braved the current and the cold of the Stanislaus river, and made a statement of her faith by being baptized.
It was natural, yet breathtaking, for her as well as me.
The song sung before the baptism was sung a long time ago by a young man who has since made his way to heaven before all the rest of us. I felt as if a peice of him was there, playing the guitar, and singing "God of Wonders".
Thanks, Joey. See you someday!