Sometimes, it takes a great act of courage to just be able to get out of bed and face yourself first thing in the morning.  How fortunate am I that my husband offers to let me borrow his courage and strength when mine has run out.  I have never felt more loved by anyone.  This has been a very difficult month for me, and T-Rex has been so very understanding, supportive, encouraging, and loving.  I have been very blessed with such a best friend by my side. 

Lately I've been filling my head with a lot of theories about the universe.  I just finished reading Dan Brown's novel "The Lost Symbol."  I know that it is a very well-written work of fiction, and I need to research some of the philosophies and beliefs and theories that he mentions in the book for the truth.  It was convenient coincidence, however, that recently on the National Geographic and Discovery channels, there aired a documentary about Stephen Hawking and his theories on the universe.  I got my mind blown when they started talking about string theory and 9 or more dimensions.  It does give me cause to wonder though, as I explore the scientific and historical texts, about my own religious beliefs and knowledge.  Of course, the true meaning of faith is expressed right in front of me as I confront beliefs with knowledge.