Today the sun is shining brightly and while it cannot exactly be considered warm outside, it's much warmer than the bitter cold of a few weeks ago. Mid February brings with it the promise of brighter days. The snow is beginning to melt. A few brave birds are making an appearance. The hours of daylight are growing. Winter's days are numbered. It is inevitable that spring will come to Central Illinois.
Normally, the hope and promise of springtime would stir excitement and hope in me. This year the radiant sunshine beaming through the windows fills me with apprehension and anxiety. I feel a sense of dread, knowing that sunny days will bombard us with memories of a little girl who will not be here to welcome springtime with us. Though I am very much an outdoor person, I have spent little time outside this winter. I am faithful to getting out for exercise, but otherwise I've spent the cold months indoors. I've barely even stepped outside the door to the deck or backyard.
CS Lewis once said that "grief is like the sky, it covers everything." In recent weeks, our family has found that this is so very true. It seems that there is no right or wrong way to travel this path of grief. I have created this blog in hopes that some day we will be able to look back on our journey and see written proof that our great God never leaves us. God is good all the time.