3.28.2013

Sufficient



There are hard days. Days where I fight to keep my composure. Fighting back tears in the cereal aisle and loosing. Headaches.

There are good days, days where I completely forget.

There are nights - like tonight which are long. Evenings which persist.

It was confirmed on Monday. But we knew earlier than that.

Holly knew.

My beautiful wife in pain, in pain and sobbing. And not sobbing in pain but because of what the pain meant.


"For sale: baby shoes - never worn."


I am weary, wrung out, limp. I am angry, I am loud. I am comforted.

I hold Holly while she cries.

Holly holds me.

Life is precious.


God is good.

Life is hard.

God is good.

Life is very hard.

God is good.

God is sufficient.

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