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.