I hadn’t felt this blue in quite some time.
I felt so unsettled.
Even a wave of torment came out of nowhere.
I had a couple of hours of driving ahead of me. The sky was clear and the air was cool.
I searched the radio to find a station, hoping to hear the same voice I had heard weeks ago giving a sermon. He was very calming and thoughtful with his words. But instead, the scan paused and I heard the familiar melody: there will be an answer, let it be.
Immediately I felt calm.
There will be an answer. Yes, I reminded myself. Let the tears come. But let truth have the final say.
This is for me.
This is for you, too.
Because God let’s us know he is not very far from us, even when it feels like it.
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In the Northeast, summer blooms mingle with the faded colors of late summer.
Already, roadside maple trees are speckled with red and gold.
The morning dew is heavy. The air is chilled.
I love the beginning of new seasons.
Recently, I was driving through the small college town nearby and felt such a sense of love for my community. Where did that come from, I thought. It was a long-ago familiar feeling that is rare these days.
That’s what happens to you when your child dies.
Seasons just come and go without our help. Everything has a time and purpose. Many of life’s situations are not in our control.
So, we just let it be.
Take one day at a time. Hard to do in the world we live in today where we have access to everything in real time.
But that doesn’t change how the universe works.
Summer will end when it is supposed to.
Autumn will begin with all of its freshness, with a wash of vibrant colors brushed upon withering blossoms.
Let it be.