Writing here, in this space, has been a rather elusive endeavor lately. Not for want of things to express, but mainly because of life’s vast net that catches so much on a daily basis that it is often a painstakingly heavy chore to separate the moments and give each its due.
In the past five weeks, there has been a pall that seems to hang in the air — not quite touching the ground, not quite covering everything. It started with a brother-in-law who was in a motorcycle accident. He and his wife had barely moved to a small town outside of Roanoke, VA, when he was hit from behind by an SUV. If it was not for the six men who came to his rescue, lifting the vehicle off of him, he surely would have died. Instead, his broken body was taken to the hospital and is continuing to mend.
At work, a coworker shared how his niece finally made arrangements to visit her biological mother, only to hear news that she had been in an accident and hospitalized. How do you begin building a relationship that seems destined to be held at bay?
~ Ernest Hemingway
And then there’s my dear friend in Washington state, so far away from where I am — here. Holding the wee hand of her great-grandson who has one tiny, five-fingered hand touching Heaven’s Gate and one tiny, five-toed foot still planted here on earth.
As another friend so simply remarked, “There are no words.”
“Be still, and know that [He is] God.” ~ Psalm 46:10