So much beauty in this post.
I don’t know how it got to be today.
How, after being home here for five months after my mother’s stroke, that I am packing up my things to return to NYC.
I’m going to be honest, I haven’t even made it through the socks and underwear yet, and I’ve already cried twice.
I was not expecting this. Returning to New York is supposed to be joyous. Full of celebratory anticipation. And yet, why do I feel my heart is shattering?
I was driving home from getting groceries today when an Audrey Assad song came on: Lead, Kindly Light. And one of the lyrics really stopped me in my tracks:
“Here in the dark, I do not ask to see.”
I rolled that over and over in my mind. And I realized, that’s just what I’ve been doing during my time here at home. Things were dark – I was…
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