Wednesday, April 27, 2011


Some days are more difficult than others. 
When harsh words come easier than those of love.

When darkness threatens, rain falls, and things seem broken beyond repair. 

Where emptiness surrounds and silence reigns until the pain of it hurts my ears.

 That's when I hear the children's laughter,

and with breath held close, I change my point of view. 
Instead of focusing on the empty, on what's missing, I look ahead, 

beyond what's immediate, 

 up instead of down. 

Because grace always falls from above.

May your Easter week be filled with light, laughter, and love.

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