I was going to write something funny today. It's been almost two weeks, and I worried that maybe when the time came back around, the time to write, that I wouldn't have anything to say.
As if life just stops being a story?
What I wanted to write was something to humor you, make you laugh and think and put the smile on.
But yesterday there was this awful twist in the story and there just aren't funny words worth writing, while a sister grieves and questions loom and why, why, why do loved ones die young? Yesterday the world stopped spinning, and I so wish I could say something to put the smile on you, to change the story.
I don't know how much you are supposed to carry, dear sister. I don't understand all the waves and relentless rain and how when one saga seems over, another rushes in to take its place. I only know that you are loved.
You are lavished with His grace, grown in deep soil, and never-ever-ever left alone. Beautiful and precious in His sight.
That has to be enough. You know me and my feeble words. But my heart prays for you and the clock stares midnight with you on my mind. You and your precious family
I waited patiently for the LORD; And He inclined to me, And heard my cry. He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, Out of the miry clay, And set my feet upon a rock, And established my steps. He has put a new song in my mouth--Praise to our God; Many will see it and fear, And will trust in the LORD. - {Psa 40:3 NKJV}