The right question wasn’t: “When will my arm grow back?” The right question was: “How do I live now with an amputated arm.”

And so I learned, way back then, that’s who I was to be. One to be “gobbled up”. If I wanted to feel wanted, that was the way, even if it meant feeling used along the way. Looking back now, 50 years later, I see this set the course of my existence, always trying to make myself appetizing to have worth.

Jeremiah doesn’t compartmentalize the pain. And in his lament, he discovers that he cannot compartmentalize God’s abiding mercy and love either.

Hot wheels just may be the key to healing.

There may be good reasons to quit.

I don’t think we’re doing emotion very well.

The new man parts are getting bigger and the old man parts are starting to shrink.