"Wow. Can you believe it?"
"I know. I love it."
We walked through the empty rooms, our shoes resounding on the hardwoods, our voices echoing off the walls.
We had just said goodbye to the former homeowners…
Six hours. We drove six hours in the car and still ended up in the same state. How is that even possible?
I'll admit I'm not the most patient road trip companion. Sometimes it's all I can do not to ask my husband, "Are we there yet? How many more miles?"
Many miles and hours notwithstanding, our destination and the people we were going to see were well worth the wait...
“Your notes were like a warm blanket around me,” she said. “Even though you couldn’t take away the pain or make the situation change, you were able to pull me to a happy place for a few minutes. You helped take my focus off the pain.”
Her heart was broken, and I was helpless in the face of her suffering. What could I do? I wondered. How could I make her feel better?
Yesterday's school shooting has left me stunned, sad, and angry. Maybe you feel the same way. The depth of evil displayed there is hard to fathom. Defenseless, unsuspecting kids and adults--all of them someone's son or daughter, brother or sister, or parent. So many precious lives lost, so many others scarred forever.
I'd planned to write about something else today, but then I remembered this...
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