Pain and Hope

I lost my son this week. I found out he died on Tuesday, November 6. It's indescribable pain - I won't even try to deal with it here, it would do it no justice.

But I have hope for many reasons. Just one of those reasons is the post I wrote a couple of weeks ago on October 23 about my spiritual practice on Tuesdays. I reread it this morning and realized it was God's spirit writing a note to me in my own hand, which is really hard to fathom. Why would He do this? Because He loves me, my son and my family. 

Click the link to go to it.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.