oh, there are families mourning all over the globe. the one here in our town doesn’t easily leave my mind. i don’t know this baby at all, but when i dare to imagine this course of events, my whole being jolts.
we woke to rain which was soothing. my favorite weather. the sky was weeping…yet nourishing the ground…and maybe lifting the burn ban (micah’s hope).
my family has respoken the words of a friend many times. he spoke of the cruel mercy of time. his baby had died but the sun still rose and set and rose again.
the sun has been rising and setting for us while so many are enduring pain and loss and fear and hopelessness. still we can tether that out there and relish in play doh and cuddles, friends and community.