A candle in the darkness...like joy, shining forth in the darkest of places. (Stayed tuned for the quote!)
I'm quite late for the party, but I'm linking up with Susanne at Living to Tell the Story today for Friday's Fave Five, where we share the blessings of our week.
My favorites for this week?
1. Strawberries, pineapples, and newspapers. An odd assortment, isn't it? I love these, though, because they're what my husband thanks me for regularly. He says, "I appreciate you cutting up strawberries and pineapples for me. I know it takes time." And the newspaper? I take a moment to throw it up to the doorstep before I leave each morning so he can enjoy it without stepping outside. Never thought it was much of anything until one day he said, "Thanks, honey, for always throwing the paper up here for me."
2. A short week! I loved having Monday off. In fact, I posted on Facebook: "If you had been in my kitchen just now, you might (or might not) have seen me peeking at the calendar to see when the next three day weekend is!"
3. The brother bond. Over the three day weekend, three of our boys got together. (One lives too far way, and right now he's at Sundance Film Festival with press credentials, watching films and writing!) The three brothers had a good time and I love thinking they're together...I also miss being close enough to run over there.
4. My sweet grandson and pictures on my phone. This one came this week with the message, "He just had to have the hat today. He made it very clear." He looks as happy as a little monkey, doesn't he?
5. A quote: "Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising circumstances, even in the midst of suffering, with tears in its eyes..." (Frederick Buechner)
We passed the one year mark since our son Andrew's accident several weeks ago, and I'm more contemplative than I thought I would be. I keep thinking, "This time a year ago..." And I remember a lot.
I remember the despair, the helplessness, the reaching out for the only One who could really do anything in that situation. And believe it or not, I remember the joy.
Not the ha-ha funny kind of joy, but the deep joy that holds hands with contentment. The one that permeates even the darkness, whispering, "It's not okay right now...but it is." That kind of joy you can rest in, even when you can't sleep. Because it comes from the Father.
Thankful for the mystery of joy,