Jon Foreman's voice is my comfort music today and pretty much
anytime I want something uplifting or just plain beautiful to hear.
I'm rather picky with what I put into my damaged ears and he has
never let me down. I doubt he ever will.
I wonder if he reads
my journal? That would be neat-o (most of the time,
anyway).
Enjoy.
PS: I'm going to try to find some
silver in the lining of my shroud here. Some ups for the downs, some
hope. Something good
