This week's blog will be a bit different. We had a death in my family on Thursday evening and it has taken a bit of a toll on me. My Grandfather was 84 and sadly he had not been very much a part of my life for the last few years. However, his passing has been much more difficult than I expected. Grief snuck up on me in ways I simply wasn't prepared for. Indeed, I fell apart over a cup of coffee in a restaurant early Sunday morning because it reminded me of a memory with Grandpa from days gone by.
However, I am reminded that in everyone's lives there will be difficult days. The children we work with have them, the volunteers who work with us have them, and we will have them. During those days it is important that we remember where our strength comes from. Yesterday, I sat down and wrote a poem trying to find the words to help me work through the feelings that were stirring within me. Now, I am by no means a poet. In fact, outside of an assignment for school, this may be my first poem. However, God spoke to me through that activity and I thought that I would share it with you all. I hope it brings you, during your difficult days, at least in small measure the comfort if has brought me.