A new friend and I were having coffee when I referenced my sisters, how sad I am that they live far away and how close we are. She admitted to a twinge in her heart—she wishes she and her sister could be closer, that her sister were kinder, that they knew how to connect better. I smiled sadly—I wish every woman could have sisters like mine!
With all that remains, I couldn't love you enough to show you what you mean to me. You have given me the life I couldn't dream for myself. You have brought me joy, laughter through the tears, sunshine in the storm. You bring me hope when I am hopeless, and you walk faithfully- ever so faithfully beside me pointing me to Jesus when I forget to look for him.
Today spring slipped out of our winter wanderlust and made us want to cut and paste things. We dusted off the hammock for a ride and pushed the wheelchair around the neighborhood. Neighbors outside enjoy the winter break. Balls were being passed, garage floors were swept, and the breeze refreshed the hearts of anyone willing to breath deeply. The sun is too delicious not to enjoy. It was an infectious kind of day.
In celebration of the sun being so kind to us this weekend, I would like to give away two sets of copies of my book The Hardest Peace.. I would like to give away several books to rejoice in the sun shining and feeling like being a part of it.
I love the title of Kara’s recent post, “Grieve and Get on with It”. Before reading it, I admit to being a little shocked—is she going to tell us that when we’re grieving, it’s fine to cry for a while but then we need to get over it?
