The Storm
There will be other storms in this life because we live in an imperfect world. The storm of this pandemic will end.
There will be other storms in this life because we live in an imperfect world. The storm of this pandemic will end.
We wait for the time when we can move about freely. Get closer to our families and not feel the heaviness of this loss. When we can return to our jobs, and churches, and friends. Until then, we wait. Together.
Today and the days to come are unsteady and unpredictable. We don't know the future.
It might sound strange, but I knew the drill. That I would be very sad and I'd have to work through the sadness and savor my past
Often, I'm waiting for something. Today I was reminded of how I should wait.
We choose to enjoy the time granted to us, grateful for every shared instant.
We finally found a way to communicate which made a world of difference.
I'm grateful for these words that proclaim when our life began and how long it will be.
I will savor those words and the wispy moments spent with two people who are both in heaven now.
Here's a reminder. Rest in him, the maker of the universe, the lover of your soul, and know it is everlasting.