Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. ~ Victor Hugo
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life . . .
~ The Twenty-third Psalm
A proud mom just passed along her daughter's blog to me. I pulled it up and was caught off guard by the musings and poetry of the quiet, private young woman. With transparency and courage she has journaled the painful process of chasing down the fragments of her shattered heart. Katie lost the love of her life -- a casualty of the war in Iraq. There was another loss -- her faith.
David, king of Israel, spoke of death as a shadowy place -- a valley. Those close to death must pass through it, and for a while she stumbled along that black trail -- feeling her way -- hoping to pull back her hand and find the lost faith clutched in her fingers. What else could she do -- God was nowhere in sight?
Verse clothed itself in flesh, Goodness and Mercy each took a hand and joined her along the way. The path of the broken is trudged at a slow and staggering pace, and it is an inescapable daily task, and the friends walked with her through the great sorrow -- every step of the way.
Katie is out of the twilight -- her soul has found rest.