Apr 30, 2019

Last week, tears wouldn’t stop pouring from my eyes. Finding a wider space to process, my pain felt enormous. There was a brave sense of need to allow it all to flood. As much as I knew I needed to feel it, I honestly wondered how much more I could take. I reached out to friends for prayer, and I dragged myself out of the house to hear the cows glory and meet up with friends for dinner. It was as hard to do as it was good. Still heart aching, we decided to try to escape it all for a few days on an adventure to Portland, Maine. What joy we found there! Our eyes met waves crashing on rocks under the lighthouse. Our mouths and bellies filled with delights. And our souls were uplifted by such kindness, that felt instantly like friendship. We’ve returned home holding more than one emotion. This work is hard, but it’s moments when horizons expand and you experience a sense of relief that you see more of the work to be done, knowing it’s importance. I’m encouraged by the way tides shift. To seek peace, and yes, pursuing it with courage.

Your words of support and love have brought such light to our hearts. More than our thank you to all who are holding us in their hearts and fighting this fight alongside us. Our love to you.