This morning, I came across the program from my dad's funeral services. My eyes went to the lyrics for this hymn, which we sang at the end. I can remember those moments so clearly, feeling comfort on his behalf--the Lord had him now--and incredible sadness for us, who didn't have him anymore.
This morning, I once again found myself crying at both its reassuring beauty and the ache that remains in his absence.
Crying again hours later, typing this, thinking about yet another funeral this weekend, this one for Troy.
So much in the world is (still) so very hard. I mean, my God, another war?
The Lord is here for us, though, and has been since the beginning.
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