This morning I lit a candle, watched the sun rise on one horizon while the moon refused to hang it up for the day on the other. She just sat there, caught on the mountains, hung up on the pine trees. The sky scalded pink and blue.
I was praying into the day ahead of me. Holding space in my heart for the ones waking with immense pain. Today is going to be a tough one. I am always learning how it is that one grieves well, how it is that one learns to sit in the spaces of lament and sadness and let it be.
If you know me, you know I wear rose coloured glasses. I am a hopeful one, a builder, a maker, a changer. If I don’t like it, I will work to turn it around. I am foolish enough to believe we have the capacity to change near anything. This is what it means to be part of Kingdom come.
Then there is grief.
Grief stands still and there is no changing it. No rushing it. So we learn to sit in it. To let it be.
Yesterday I asked you to step into your gifts. I mean it.
Today. Will you look around your life and consider who are the walking wounded? Who are the ones waiting for you to just walk in and join them in their sadness. To sit with them in their woundedness.
This is one of your best gifts. Most will not show up. You can.