"There will be chapters in the story that God has written for us that will be very hard. But we must remember two things. First, he has written himself into the story so that he will always be with us, giving us what we could never give to ourselves. Second, what your Lord has written for you is not less than the plot you have written for yourself, but infinitely more."
Lately, it seems that grief has showed its face more than usual around here. Whether it has been small things like having to cover tender seedlings from storms and watching the tornados rip through our state, or events like death and divorce that leave a bigger hole, I'm tired. My eyes are puffy red with weeping.
Three family funerals in three weeks, each one claiming somebody younger and younger. The most recent one for my cousin in his early 30's who left behind a wife and a toddler, a full church and a line that wound around the parking lot. Not the chapter I would have written.
But I remember the ways He gives himself. Surely in the recent big celebration of Easter, but also in the delight of children planting beans. And the way the sunlight lights up the leaves of those beans. When I shared the picture of the two-week-old beans, Marin's response directed my heart to worship: "Oh, heart leaves just like I prayed for!" Infinitely more, indeed.
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