everyday thoughts on eternal things
This is my hope in life and death. In pandemic quarantines, and chronic illness, and uncertainty about loved one’s health. In anxiety, and weakness, and broken bodies, and the world’s innumerable sadnesses. Jesus is still alive, even when it doesn't feel like Easter.
Easter is coming, but for now we wait. And beloved, though today we may wait, Easter is coming.
What kind of Love must this be to not only acquiesce to, but welcome such a crowd?
A few months ago, God said no. I'd been praying he would stop something from happening, something that would harm people I care deeply about but was powerless to control. But what I feared might happen did happen, and it sent me into a funk. This isn't my first encounter with unanswered prayer, but this …
It was good to be out for a few hours today. It was good for the kids to be under the clear sky discovering the ocean (the baby), making castles (the big girls), and throwing sticks at the waves (the boy). It was good for me to breathe deep, feel deep, and sense the darkness …
Keeping Heart 