A Spring of Joy

This past week of treatment and the beginnings of recovery have been filled with grief. Not only am I grieving my own losses and struggles, my trying to grasp a new way of living, but over and over I am bombarded with the pain of my friends… a new cancer diagnosis, a parent’s passing from death to life, a college friend who has watched her dear friend’s husband walk through brain cancer and meet His Lord on Friday, impending surgeries that bring fear and questions (and prayerfully relief). I hear of these and I pray for these and I weep for these and I can’t shake the urgency. There are my connections through this bloggy world and the people who I don’t even know. There is the two-year-old who died of cancer on Saturday. Her mom and dad will not hold her again until eternity. And I ache with an ache that only God can ease.

I read this post on Heather’s blog yesterday, and I couldn’t have said it better myself. I encourage you to read it and think of those around you who are swallowed in that vacuum. Think of those whose worlds have stopped and pray for them. If you know them, I encourage you to stop your world to sit with them and share with them. They need you more than you can even imagine.