“Brothers and father,” he wrote, and my heart fell, heavy.
Somehow that sounded so forlorn, so unsure, so… not right. A family isn’t just girls. A family has a mom.
a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief…
Yes, we all quickly learn to identify with that.
Thanks be to God that we can also come to identify with glorious Life through Jesus Christ, and the hope of the Resurrection.
Lord, let my life only continue to be more and more empowered by that hope. One day I will see You–and then all will be satisfied, forever.