This has been one of those weeks defined by highs and lows. By sickness and joy. Death and the celebration of life.
God is still good.
I know I've only been around for a little over 22 years, but if I have learned one thing, it is that there never has been and never will be any question that God is the most incredible author and storyteller. In my times of confusion and pain, He has restored and brought clarity. And I have the honor of looking at what He has been at work at all along.
I've spent too much of my life getting bent out of shape, trying to tell Papa that the back of the tapestry doesn't look like I think it should. He always just smiles so lovingly and laughs so softly. Just wait. He's so patient. And sure enough, the situation blows over or a moment He has promised comes to fruition, and I walk around to discover a beautiful masterpiece that He has so perfectly woven together.