Life and Death

It’s Christmas time. Lovely and joyful. And painful sometimes because Sam is so absent. But so sweet.

My heart was so heavy this morning, to the point of feeling physically painful… Days like these are rare, and difficult. Yet they are comforting in a way because I’m forced to dwell on things that matter. There is a lot going on in my life, lots of comings and goings and changes, and then there is Christmas and my hilarious Ezra and my sweet husband and… just… life.

Letting grief break in this morning, praying for several mamas who are faced with decisions, waiting, or grieving, this song came on the radio. And it felt like a gift, such a comfort to my aching heart, so I thought I would share.

“Contemporary jazz pianist Paul Cardall was born April 24, 1973; suffering from a congenital heart defect, he was given only days to live but defied medical expectations, enduring a series of surgeries and illnesses throughout his childhood. Finding comfort in music, Cardall began piano lessons at age eight…”

Life is such a gift, even in its brevity and trouble. It is such a gift.


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