this isn't the post i meant to shareJanuary 28, 2014
I had every intention of blogging about our kitchen today.
What works about the space, what I'd change...
yet something infinitely more important is
stirring my heart.
We phoned our son, a senior in college, to
check in with him yesterday, and he was very quiet.
He was in shock.
A friend heading over to his apartment
the night before, never made it there.
She slipped in her bathroom, breaking her neck
and passing away soon after.
Maybe you understand why a post about
paint colors and quartz countertops feels so empty.
My heart grieves.
For this young life, her family and friends...
for everyone who grieves the loss of a child.
Oh that pain must cut your soul so deep.
As I type these words,
I am thinking about each one of you reading.
I am honoring those of you who grieve and
hoping we might all take a moment
to hold in our hearts those we love with
a renewed sense of gratitude and warmth.
Please, please, say what you need to say today.
Send that text which needs to be sent.
Write the letter. Phone the friend.
Forgive him. Forgive her. Forgive you.
Ease their pain. Get gutsy vulnerable.
Love as if you cannot be hurt.
My heart is full, and I am sealing this post
with every bit of light within it.
Peace to you right where you are.