Two weeks ago I held the hand of my dying friend and whispered love into a space thick with sadness. And not even two days later – my sweet friend stepped into the wonder of heaven. Her name was Tara and she was thirty-two.
And I’ve been stumbling through the past eight months, not able to process the heartache and suffering of it all. And maybe I never will this side of heaven. And yeah, there’s a stockpile of things about the providence of God that I won’t pretend to understand. It’s enough to leave the soul despondent – if you allow it.