I have noticed something different in the air lately. Something fresh. Something I haven’t seen for a while.
It came quickly, unexpectedly, kindly.
It came as friends shared their exciting news of expecting a baby.
It came as I watched Mara gracefully receive gifts at a baby shower for her newest addition, all the while honoring Julia’s life and legacy. A baby shower after loss. Wow.
It came in the morning, after a full night’s rest.
It came in a walk along sunset cliffs with a dear soul.
It came in the tears streaming down my face every single day.
It came through laughter with my favorite people. Who knew seven miles could be so much fun?
It came as I held my breath, watching our new friends give birth to, and then say goodbye to, their sweet little girl.
It came around a table, sharing food and drink and love.
It came in the loud moments.
It came in the quiet.
In each little space :: hope came.
The journey of grief does not seem to start with much hope, and I think that’s ok. I think we have to realize the magnitude of our loss. Feel the loneliness. Sit with our sorrow, even though we don’t want to. It seems that is the only way true hope can enter in again. For when we are a big crumpled up mess, Â God reaches down and touches us.
And that, my friends, is enough to give me just a little hope today.
“But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not be faint.”
Much love to you all,
P.S. I also wanted to THANK you all for praying for my car/mode of transportation. My car was able to be FIXED, which we originally had no hope of happening!!!! Thank you for caring about and praying for me — even in things like automobiles.