No one told me. Or maybe they did and I just didn’t understand. How could a baby’s cry be so piercing? It could pierce the silence, pierce my thoughts, and pierce my heart.
At Christmas last year, we received a present we didn't want: a problem. Within a few hours, a dirty, orange construction vehicle had invaded our yard, scooped down and churned up a large area of sod. What a mess.
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning a few springs ago. I was doing ordinary Tuesday morning things until I walked out of the garage and stopped short.. “Wow! Look at that!”
Normally, the coming of spring fills me with anticipation. But that year, grief and loss had been my companions for some time. My soul ached for relief.
