Those words feel like a harsh reality….
Those words feel like they also offer hope….
In some ways, it is good to do somethings and to live the routine after three weeks….
It is hard to reenter every day life when your heart has been shattered by sudden loss….
We all get up and go about each day with some sense of normalcy and yet we carry a blanket of sorrow in our hearts….
Sorrow isn’t always our primary emotion, but it feels ever-present in some fashion….
Life goes on, if we like it or not….
Before Len died, my Mom and I were scheduled to go on a mission trip to the Dominican Republic…
The night of Len’s accident I concluded that I could not go…
Three weeks later I have changed my mind…..because life goes on….
We are building a church for the Haitians who live in the DR and that fits with our love of the Haitian people….
We are going with a team of people who are kind and understanding, which means I can go and be just who I am….
We are doing physical labor, brick carrying and nail pounding, and that sounds very therapeutic….
We are going with broken hearts and fully believe that God knew we would be right here, so we go trusting Him fully….
Len loved an adventure, a good time, a challenge, a cause and a purpose…..and that is just what the DR holds….
And so in honor of my brother’s 48 years….to the DR we will go….because life goes on.