but just ten minutes down the road, the fog and gloom are still firmly in place. In the same way, we are currently experiencing a lull in family crises, but many we know are having hard times. Yes, I am thinking of Haiti but also of ones I know who are suffering much closer to home. Unemployment that shows no end in sight, beloved teens who are walking dark roads, marriages that are crumbling under the pressure of life, relationships that are strained through lists of rules and expectations rather than built up by grace, medical horrors that result in long hospital stays. In big and small ways, many I know are bent down and weary.
So in my day filled with crisp sunshine and brilliant blue expanses, I am praying for mercy, grace, endurance, and wisdom. For rest and peace when anxiety and sleeplessness are a choice away. And for love to be known, experienced, felt, seen and lived out for them.
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Well said today, ma'am. I've had a candle lit in my windowsill to remind to pray rather than worry about so many dear friends suffering.
Dear Anne Where It's Foggy,
Candles are good.
Come grab some sun one of these days...we'd love to see you.
Di
I just love you, Di. I do.
I can *hear* your voice in this post and it is a voice I love.
A peculiar application: love is awakening hearts of those close to me like bright sunshine teases us out of our sleep. (Yes, the dear one you met.)
And while I cry tears of happiness (and preliminary tears of separation...the eligible man is over the sea) my heart yearns for those still waiting for the Lord to move on their behalf. Their fog is still very present.
That's what we are called to, eh? Laugh with those who laugh and weep with those who weep.
Love you,
Carol
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