On the Porch with My Sister

My soul is downcast within me.

Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:

Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed,
for His compassions never fail.

They are new every morning:
great is Your faithfulness.

I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion: 
therefore I will wait for Him."
Lamentations 3:20 - 24

In recent days, we've sat together on uncomfortable chairs, in unmowed grass, on carpeted floor.

We've texted and talked and wept and laughed.  We've wrestled with unanswerable questions and wondered over the unknowns and the what ifs.

This weekend, my sister and I are on the porch.

This is where she wanted to be.

I am grateful I can offer something.

Beside my broken heart.

We're remembering Jessica.

I'm so grateful for all your emails and comments, texts and cards.  Especially those heartfelt prayers.  You've come bearing love and empathy and kindness.  I feel less alone because you're sharing in our sorrow. 

So many of you truly get this.  You've been through the valley of the shadow, too.

I couldn't be more grateful to do community with you, especially these days when life seems so very raw and tenuous and fragile.

Hot tears brim over as I read this post to Marilyn before hitting the PUBLISH button.

Thank you, precious friends, for being Jesus with skin on ~
(1986 - 2019)