Love Is Like That

Who knew Kirk and I would ever be making a weekly visit to the Utah State Prison at the Point of the Mountain?  Who knew we could do it without begrudging the time and the cost of fuel and the wear and tear on the car, not to mention the wear and tear on our souls?   Who knew we could do it with the hope that we could maybe make a difference in an inmate's life.  Who knew that we could have faith that somehow -- even though we know there are risks in being there both physical and emotional  and undesirable influences -- that our young adult grandson will be able to travel the journey that is there and become a better man?
Who knew that he could tell us, more than once, that he is blessed with certain things that have taken place?  (Okay, not all the time -- lots of low moments and self-bashing, too.)