The good and the terribly bad swirl around together today, in my heart, in those around me, in those I love. It's been a rough couple of days in my soul. And for the first time in a long time, I find myself praying, out of the blue, for grace, healing, freedom. For those I know need it so desperately. And for those I don't even know.
And in the midst of the horrible pressing down on my heart, of the tears of frustration and sorrow about to spill any second, I can only laugh. Because of my girls. Because for us, right now anyway, life is unbelievably, hopelessly and hopefully beautiful. We are blessed, in the simplest sense: we have each other, wholly. So I hold onto them, Derek, Maïa, and Solanne, literally, and I pray. Prayers of thanksgiving and prayers of desolation. All in one breath.
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