Raining in My Heart

August.

Here we are again.

The last week in August.

Years of storms and heartbreak. The memories pile up like ruined furniture and moldy refrigerators on sludge-covered sidewalks.

Sharing our loss makes the burden almost bearable. We experience moments of grace when faced with the stark finality of the grave.

Tragedy pins us in the moment, claws open our hearts, and releases the love and gratitude trapped inside. It creates a generosity of spirit, a flash of wisdom that we’re created to serve a greater, nobler purpose in life than just rushing through our days.