Eight days ago the lives of some of my most beloved people changed forever. Our family was thrust into grief and shock, worse than any I have ever before witnessed firsthand. All week long we have responded to each other the way I hope all families everywhere can manage to do. I feel as profoundly grateful for my parents, my siblings, and my husband as I feel sad for the incredible loss being suffered.
Having just now opened my laptop for the first time since the terrible news, the first thing I notice is that life goes on. Whether we think we like it or not, the world is still turning. Other people are still maintaining routines, relationships, and the pursuit of beauty in daily life. Still oceans of happiness and possibility remain unexplored, and this is good.
I’ll now be gradually stepping back into reading and writing, trying to revive my study of Proverbs 31 and also sharing some of the things we learned this week. Prayers are still needed and appreciated for my sister, her children our parents, everybody.
Rather than leave you on a sad note, I want to assure you of the power of love and hope. The potential for old hurts to be soothed, for flaring tempers to be cooled. Love is not just soft and romantic or even sexy; it is truly powerful. Love motivates; it emboldens; it focuses and multiplies our energy. Love is miraculous, and it causes me to KNOW that all things are possible.
Late last night we witnessed the marriage of Handsome’s nephew and his young bride, and I could feel in my lungs and my bones that Love is alive. I breathed it in deeply, let it saturate my body, and savored the realization that what lies ahead of us is better than what lies behind us.
Best wishes, be as happy as you can, count your blessings.
xoxoxo