How blessed I am that she came with her husband to visit us. We were ready for a visit. A time to feel normal, to laugh and for a little while forget that we have a large cross to carry. Their visit made it lighter.
So of course we had to look at our Rosaries. Independently of each other we had purchased Rosaries from the same vendor in Oklahoma that hand-makes lovely stone Rosaries. We had a good laugh about that and how great minds think alike.
We were able to talk about how God lifts us up and gives just what we need in times of trouble. We talked of God's Grace in our lives and how he continues to weave the tapestry of our lives and expose the true heart of each of us.
We talked of the goodness of God in his continuing healing of Michael's heart and how courageous he is in the face of this cancer that is stealing him from us, but guiding him to a reward that we can only imagine.
We laughed, we cried, we hugged, we ate, we celebrated that fact God had placed us in each other's lives.
As I struggle with my own sorrow I was reminded of words by Saint Therese of Lisieux.