I spent the better part of today preparing for and then being a part of a funeral. It was an authentic ending but also a sweet beginning, too. Connections were made - in me, in the body of Christ, in those who were grieving - and in the darkness there was light.
It is in all such preparation and prayer - listening and waiting and wrestling with the limitations of words only to turn it all over to God - that I find nourishment over and over again. Dear Robert Bly gives me a clue about how this is meant to be...
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