It’s been 7 weeks without my red headed boy.
7 weeks since we had unexpected visitors.
7 weeks of, how can this be?
More wood; cut and split.
More wood stacked.
A part of our burden is lifted. . .
The tyranny of the urgent relieved.
I keep hearing how blessed folks have been to be here.
What is it?
I don’t know how to begin to say thank you.
Honestly, I don’t even know whom to thank.
7 weeks of being carried and wrapped in the arms of this community.
7 weeks of cards, flowers, meals, hugs, tears, searing heartache and immense love.
7 weeks feels like an eternity to me.
My heart drops and the fire in my throat burns.
How does God see time?
He is eternal.
Time is in his hands.
2 Peter 3:8
But do not forget this one thing, dear friends:
With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.
And time is what He has given us. Time, still here on earth.
Time to make a difference.
Time to share the hope we have in Christ.
And as we all continue to dig through the fog,
grasping to find meaning in this, we will continue to look up.
Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;