I've begun writing this post about 27 times.
This past week we went on our first family vacation.
It was wonderful. My husband planned the entire thing beautifully.
And I will tell you all about it.
In another post.
Flying to the east coast, we experienced our first-ever tropical storm.
And, then, lots of amazing, wonderful things.
I come away from all of that--thankful. Completely and utterly thankful.
I've said this before--blogging gifts me with community.
One of the communities I belong to is Momastery.
It's full of beautiful people, and diversity. Still, there's a universality of the human experience that unites us--binds us together.
There are three standards we Monkees live by:
- We can do hard things
- Love wins.
Love is a harsh and dreadful thing to ask of us, but it is the only answer. ~Dorothy Day
But the greatest of these is love. ~I Corinthians 13:13b
- We belong to each other.
Belonging to others is beautiful and horrible and authentic and real. It cracks your heart open just a little bit more--ushering in equal parts brokenness and joy.
One of the Momastery crew--a Monkee, lost her son in the same tropical storm that delayed our flight.
The 13 inches of rain they'd gotten swelled the creek that ran past their home, and in an instant, Anna's 12 year old son was swept away as he played in his own backyard. Heartbreaking.
In the middle of the night I felt myself compelled to cry out to God for this woman I've never even met.
I belong to this Anna I've never met, and she to I.
If you have moment, and are so inclinded, pray for this Anna.
The agony of her loss just haunts me--I can't imagine.
Too, Anna's loss brings me to my knees in thankfulness, as they are so often intertwined.
...by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. ~Philippians 4:6bHot tears of thanks course down my cheeks. Another day with my girls, and the precious gift of their lives.