I remember the sun rising each morning and thanking God that it does, each and every day. Thankful for the light shining into the darkness of our room.
The last couple weeks I have felt different, I feel like I have come to a new place with it all. Moments are still frequently hard. It is almost as if I forget at times. But then a baby cries, a car seat strolls by or I hear someone say that word death, and I am brought back in an instant. But into that dark place, in the middle of Target, His light shines. Into the depths of my heart, the depths of the sorrow the light shines and the warmth heals, one day at a time.
From the rising of the sun
to the place where it sets,
the name of the Lord is to be praised