The grind had gotten to me. Transplant, then Trauma. No days off in over a month. I was as miserable as I'd ever been during residency.

This morning as I was driving into work, I tried to remind myself that all of this was for a purpose. I tried to remind myself to see beyond the day-to-day, into eternity. I offered up a small prayer asking for encouragement.

When I was leaving the hospital tonight, late as usual, I turned on my phone and saw an email. Dan had written our old East Timor group, letting everyone know what he was up to. He said he saw a story online about Dr. Dan, whom we'd worked with briefly during our stay. He said it reminded him of us, and it made him want to go back.

Maybe it's not often that I pray purely from the heart, and maybe only because I am completely at a loss. And maybe it's not often that I receive an answer so directly, or maybe I often fail to notice it. But when grace begins to fall, I run into the downpour, arms open wide.