She posts the word on the day of remembering. Recalling broken bones and dying dreams.
I see the word. I click the window closed. I don’t want to relate.
On the day of defeating darkness, I am living in the broken of my own story. I act as though I don’t know the blockbuster of all time is happening–has happened on this Saturday.
We sit between the broken and the hallelujah not feeling the rumble of war beneath us. We are more sure of our sadness than His promise.
I have seen this 3 day span of events more than 30 times. Again I sit focused on the broken when beauty is breaking through.
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