When the Words End

Sometimes words run out.  

The soft start to new year's resolutions went well.  Slow, some weeks better than others, but definitely a better start than usual.  

But news that a precious little girl had just days before Christmas died stopped my heart and mind for a while.  Grieving is a process, and everything paused.  

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Slowly we rejoiced through Christmas, and welcomed a new year.

Much work, much change came in the new year, and finding our "sea legs" has taken a while.  I've repainted the living room, sold half the furniture we own (which isn't much), and am redoing other rooms in the house.

And while I focused on making over my home, another loss came.

This time a family.  The Griego's. A family who lived quiet lives of deep richness and great impact.  

A family who served people in prison, bringing the hope of Christ to the unreachable.

A family who opened their home and lives to everyone around them.

A family who was killed in a way I can't even think of.  

And the words ended again.  Grief overwhelmed.  

It still does.

"Be still and know that I am God."  

Little Leny knows.  The Greg, Sara and their 3 children know.

So I am still, so I too can know.  

And that's where I rest today.