A time to mourn and a time to dance
“For there is hope for a tree,
When it is cut down, that it will sprout again,
And its shoots will not fail.
Though its roots grow old in the ground
And its stump dies in the dry soil,
At the scent of water it will flourish
And put forth sprigs like a plant. "
In the spirit of Friday, I fully intended on writing something lighthearted. Something funny. Something easy to read.
But then I read Dani's story.*
It is one full of pain, heartache and unimaginable sorrow. One that embodies the darkest side of human life and threatens to destroy the fragile fibers of hope. One that makes you immediately forget your own daily trials and recognize instead how infinitely blessed you are, and as a result, how much you have to give.
I will probably never meet Dani. In fact, I can offer her very little.
But I can share her story.
And pray for the day when Light will overcome the darkness.
*courtesy of dooce.com