Today was heartbreakingly hard. I cried a lot of frustrated tears over how unfair this pandemic has been, especially for high-risk families. I cried out of exhaustion and outrage and deep hurt. Then my husband wrapped me up in an “I see you” hug, and we went light hunting. And I tried to listen as God whispered, once again, that He is there in the ugliest, most unfair depths of our loneliness. And He brings the light. Not people. Him. So my boys threw rocks (and ice and logs) at the lake, and I practiced casting all my burdens on the most and only truly reliable Source of Light I know.
