Where we are determines so much of what we see.  I am seeing the world from a slightly different perspective these days.  Several weeks ago I got a call from my doctor.  The mole they removed was, in fact, melanoma.  Size.  Clark level.  That was Greek to me.  I only heard that I had cancer.  For a couple hours, not fully understanding the extent of the diagnosis,  I explored the frightening range of possibilities.  It’s an unusual feeling to google a condition that you have and add “, survival rate”.  By God‘ grace, we caught it early.  Mine was a shallow melanoma.  Several hours in surgery and it appears as though all this is in my rear view mirror – at least for the time being.  But I want to hold onto those few hours of uncertainty.  I want to live from there – to love from there.  And I want to hold onto that perspective for as long as I possibly can.