These past few weeks have been difficult for reasons I am not at liberty to explain. Suffice it to say people I love have been facing pain-filled circumstances and I have been spending what free moments I have praying to Christ that these loved ones might understand His immeasurable love surrounds and lifts them.
This afternoon after running some errands, I parked our van in front of our home and was going to indulge myself in a few moments of sorrow. Just then, a small girl emerged from a house across the street, a house I know to be filled with pain and sadness.
She was dressed in light purple snowsuit and bright pink boots. Her blond hair peeked out from her white woolen hat. She began dancing in the snow; the joy on her face and in her small body was palpable. I thought of the words of Psalm 30,
And so I left the van and headed into my home, grateful for my husband and children and for Christ, who never abandons us.