keeper of my life

“Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” – Psalm 139:13 When I was a young child, my parents divorced. I knew they both cared about me a lot, and they figured out an arrangement that enabled me to get to know both of them really well as I grew up. For the first four years after they separated, I lived primarily with my dad, and for the second four, I lived with my mom. When I lived with my dad during the week, my mom would drive every Friday from the San Fernando Valley to San Juan Capistrano (in the southernmost part of Orange County) to pick me up and take me to her house for the weekend. To get from one end of town to the other, we would sit in two