We never stop missing, we never stop loving. We are humbled by life that is fragile. Hope is real. This is the beauty of loss.
Like the theme song of this blog, we lay our burdens down at the foot of the Cross.
He feels our pain and wipes our tears until we fly home.
I never would have dreamed that this sorrow would yield such a glorious new dawn.
And yet, why wouldn't it?
I know better now.
It will carry us to the end.
As we roll back our stone,
~1 James 2-4~
Do not be afraid of anything that you are going to suffer. Indeed the devil will throw some of you into prison, that you may be tested, and you will face an ordeal. Remain faithful until death, and I will give you the crown of life.
"He is stretched out upon a Cross who by his word stretched out the heavens."
~St. Amphilochius of Iconium~
These have been a few of the readings in the Magnificat last week as I moved towards Chris' death anniversary, today. They are exactly what I needed to hear as this day was extremely emotional for me. I think it's because I'm starting to prepare my heart for this first son to go to college...We've come a long way baby! And yet there's more heart ache to come when he moves away this summer. I'm praying really hard for peace.
With that being said, Holy Week is here and that means Good News awaits us at the end of the week and beyond my aching heart. Beyond the horror, there are Hallelujah's to be hailed and heaven to be hoped for. Like salve for our wounds, through His, Easter always arrives.