It’s taken me a while to sort through the last week and more specifically last Thursday. I’ve tried several times to write down what I my thoughts have been but everything seems inadequate. After having a week to reflect the word that continues to resonate in my soul is gratitude. I am grateful for being able to celebrate the life of my grandpa in the midst of grieving his loss. I am grateful for having been able to pray a blessing a peace for him days before he died. I am grateful for new life in our community of faith. Many tears were shed on Thursday, tears of sadness and grief for the loss of my grandpa and tears of joy as we prayed over baby Jude. Some days remind you how futile it is to try to control life. It is not to be controlled, it is to be enjoyed and explored without bowing to the illusion of ever really being able to get a firm grasp on it.
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Sorry I couldn't be more present. I miss you brother.
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