How is your Sunday going? It has been absolutely pouring here since last night. I don't think I've ever seen it rain so hard, it sounds like someone is emptying a bucket of water on the house all the time. Not so fun, but great for getting work done. And it IS cozy with all these snoozing dogs around me (see today's story!)⠀
PS. This is actually a sneak peek of new work coming this week! Can you spot the new image? 😃⠀ ⠀
PPS. @annucianna, you're not allowed to "guess"! 😄
Since my brother’s accident I think a lot about the man who took James’s life. In my humanness I cannot reconcile the unequal exchange of his life for my brother’s so I often pray that he seize every opportunity set before him, by the judge’s orders or out of his own effort, to transform his life into something of dignity and wholeness that would honor the life of the one he took.
When I find myself dwelling too much on that man, it helps my heart to think of my brother as not gone but merely somewhere else—tending to Heaven’s garden, pruning the fruit trees, turning over the soil. In grief my faith clings to this hope that death did not claim victory over my brother’s life.
And I imagine that if Heaven’s gate were an overgrown Cyprus arched over a light filled path that led to the sea, I will welcome that day I walk through it. I imagine my loved ones waiting for me in a small boat along the shore, James’s face the first I will see. In an instant that stolen earthly farewell that had caused me so much pain on this side of eternity will be returned to me in a single embrace. The last of my tears will be shed. All will be made right.