last sunday in sunday school we studied the story of lazarus who was raised from the dead. as i read the story i thought of the grief and faith of martha, and especially the grief of mary. mary who sat at jesus' feet and feasted on his word. how she cried. both said 'if you had been here, my brother would not have died.' it seemed to me that they both were so full of grief and could not see much more than their pain. that's how grief is, i think. and i thought about jesus, how he knew that this experience would be for their benefit and blessing. how he knew he would be bringing them joy but he was with them in their grief. he wept and he groaned in himself. it made me cry so much while i was sitting in class thinking about it. and i thought about my darkest days and how i have begged and pleaded and how he has walked beside me. his love is wonderful and something i can't fathom.
when i got home from church i was sitting on the porch thinking about these things and i saw in the reflection of the computer the earrings that i was wearing that mom and dad gave me last summer when i was in darkest days. and i felt grateful for the gentle and kind and faithful ways they loved me. and i decided to take a truth pic. so i did. :)
first glimpse of the rainbow and the fire of the sunset in the window.
and i found this dandelion...