It’s a quiet morning in Meadville. Beautiful. The rain and snow of a week ago gave way to mild days, an Indian summer of the last golden leaves, and air that holds its breath waiting.
Thank you for your responses, public and private, to my last post, for sharing pieces of your lives. I appreciate your vulnerability and faith – it also strengthens me. I wish I had more to say, words that could fix what is broken. There are so many different ways that we need the grace of Jesus, and in the end, so nearly the same.
To the one who gave it, thank you for the silent Symphony, which came in the middle of a difficult day with many tears of shame and brokenness. I heard what you said and it went straight to my heart.
I just wanted to say thank you for your responses, and I listened.