healing

I thought I was through the pain and loss. I thought I could pray for his family without a loss of tears. I thought wrong. I still think about him. I still miss his laughter when we gather every Monday evening. And every time I hear the song, a new sense of loss rushes over me. Thinking. Reminiscing. Wondering. Praying.

But last night was good. God spoke and it was powerful. Yes, we cried - we, the whole church, cried. It was a hard moment, but it was a healing moment. God was wonderful – gracious, loving, and intimate.