God is good, even in September.

Ezra is ten years old and gives us a reason to rejoice in this otherwise sad month. I miss my city, but it is probably a mercy that I am so distant from the sadness that September brings to my city. The hole in the skyline that still oozes our tears, when we remember that sad day. God bless and grow my city, comfort us in our September tears. Thank God, for October tomorrow.