good morning. a hard morning. it was thursday, march 12. my phone rang at 2:30 and i knew immediately what the call was about. my mom called to tell me my dad had passed away. i have lived the last year almost in dread of march 12. like it was going to happen all over again. i went through the first birthdays, thanksgiving, christmas, without him. now memories of what happened flood back with lightning speed. remembering how sad i was a year ago makes me sad. people tell me it will get easier. my sister says she survived with therapy and medication. death hurts. sorrow is so painful. so unfair.
it has been extremely hot these last few days. not a good way to start school. hot weather leads to sluggishness and add that to students still stuck in summer mode, it makes for a difficult job. thank goodness for air conditioning. i tried to capture the bright red sun that rose this morning through the kitchen window. it will be another hot day.
i started walking again. in the early hours of the morning. i rise before the sun and head out. this has turned into a time of worship for me. i walk to the beat of music feeling the urge to raise my hands in praise. this morning i took a turn towards home and the sun was full on my face, just at this song came on and rang out through the headphones. from all this glory, by david crowder:
In the middle of the mess, there is majesty
In the middle of my chest, is the King of Kings
While the world was waiting on
A change to come along
Light broke in
Coming like a song
All this glory…