Today is Easter.
Today I am really struggling.
I am sitting here at Wildrose (our spot).
The sun is shining down.
The river is flowing.
A butterfly swoops in.
I am really missing you. I feel your presence.
Music is soothing.
Basking in the sun is relaxing.
Watching the flow of the river. Reading a chapter in Crazy Love.
A song plays – Even My Darkness is Light To You.
The pain is real. The love is real – For God. For you.
The Son (And sun) beats down, penetrating, warming body and spirit.