My kitchen is painted and we’re slowly settling in.
I’ll put up pictures and words about that later.
Because the small joys of new wall colors and clean counter tops have been largely eclipsed by the tragedy of death this week. A 14 year old boy — a young boy — suddenly gone. A mama’s heart, torn, robbed. Siblings confused, aching. A daddy, soul collapsed beneath grief.
Some might say these are the moments when you ask, “Where is God?”
But I think these are the moments when the curtain of temporal shadows is drawn away, and suddenly, we realize what’s true: we, finite beings; He, eternal Rock. We, battered souls; He, tender Father. Our very real tears dried by His very real comfort.
Pray for that comfort, will you?