In 7 days, I will be boarding a plane, headed to California. In 8 days, I will be put on a waiting list for a lifesaving heart-lung transplant at Stanford Medical Center. After that, I really don’t know what will happen. And quite frankly, I am pretty incapable of talking about it outside of the poetic tendencies I prefer. But I can say this - I see God everywhere right now, in everything. In each person holding my hand, and in every late night, roundabout conviction that this coming year will offer a necessary starting point for all that comes next. To those praying, reading, and responding, thank you. I am terrified to do this. But I also know goodness, right alongside grief, very deeply today, because of this place where I stand. In some way, that has to matter. In all that is ahead, I hope to let it.