I ain't ever lived a year better spent in love (2015 in review)
[Three disclaimers: 1) The title is stolen from Mumford & Sons. 2) I know that it is, in fact, the 30th. But I plan to be celebrating with friends tomorrow evening. 3) There is a really gross picture from when my face met the sidewalk further down in this post. If you're squeamish about such things, maybe don't keep reading.] Let me be honest: 2015 had its rough spots . Not measurable just in days, but in weeks and months. (April, of course.) There were funerals and near tragedies and conflict and drama, here in Btown and in the US and all over the world. There was heartbreak. And yet -- yet looking back on it, it was really a good year, and as I've flipped back through my journal and planner, it's incredible to me how much love and goodness and friendship and laughter and tangible evidence of the graciousness of God was crammed into a single year. There was, to name one of the huge blessings, the Tautology Club, which sort of grew out of an evening