Years ago some friends and I rented snowshoes and drove into A-Basin (Arapahoe Basin) in Colorado. When we arrived we strapped on our snowshoes.

Though we were all about the same size with the same size snowshoe, no one seemed to have any trouble, except me. For some reason I kept dropping through the snow-pack. I kept getting stuck.

The worst was when I had one leg plunged deep into the snow all the way to my groin and the other flat on the surface. While trying to extricate my left leg my right leg plunged through the snow nearly reaching the depth of the other. I howled something impolite as I realized that I was now going to dig myself out of the snow while wearing my snowshoes.

“She’ll be right” is an Australian phrase meaning, “Everything will be OK.”

It’s what I’m trying to say to myself this week and then next couple months as we miss my daughter Shannon. 

Shannon is going to a “set apart place” to seek Jesus Christ on a deeper level in a place that is specifically designed for it.

“I am going to spend more time in the Word of God; in God’s presence, growing in boldness, grace and love.”

Where?