We're not always as good at talking about the 147th ordinary day afterward. This is where we talk about the in-between, when the world has moved on enough to be annoying and you're still figuring out what to do with the version of life that stayed.
There may be Scripture. There may be questions. There may be an actual useful list. There will not be a forced lesson at the end just because we reached the bottom of the page.
Maybe the failure was not that you could not save it. Maybe you were grading yourself on an outcome that always required two people.
Some days faith looks like paying the lawyer, answering the email, and not sending the text you really want to send.
You are allowed to be angry with God and still be talking to Him.
Maybe peace is not controlling the outcome. Maybe it's finally putting the outcome in the right column.
My definition of a good day lately? I laughed once and did not feel guilty afterward.
A really good plot twist does not only change the ending. It changes how you see the whole movie.
Nobody sees the month after the casseroles stop.
Protecting yourself from harm is not the same thing as abandoning your faith.
You were his wife. You are his widow. You are also still you.
Twenty-one years since our last cake and coffee, four great-grandchildren she never got to meet, and the roots Mom planted that are still holding our family together.
Read the noteA stress-induced heart event, a spreadsheet I never got to make, and what Matthew 6:34 actually means when it says tomorrow can wait.
Read the noteA dinner with my grandmother, a diagnosis she'd already made peace with, and the sentence I have carried with me ever since.
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