One family member attended the funeral of a close friend who was taken off life support after being in a car accident. Another discovered one day that his business had been broken into and then, on his way to work early the next morning, t-boned a brand new Corvette in an unlit intersection. Two others tried to recover from Hurricane Wilma, which has left water pouring into their condo like a faucet and their entire complex condemned, still without electricity. And still, two others tried to figure out how they'll afford to stay where they are with taxes on their reassessed property increasing 1200%.
And then, my sister called. My four-month-old nephew Charley will have a sibling next summer. Amazing how linear time can become a medium for re-discovering the mystery of an eternal God. It gives me a sensation of experiencing the "plague of frogs" in Magnolia.
When the grief is almost too much to bear, everything stops--
And with the morning, our new life begins, as we blink, stunned, at the ordinary miracle of darkness transformed into light.
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