Family

My fb status said something about family this week.

As in, once you're in it, you're in it forever.

Then Brendan posted the Make it Spicy video, before Brian died.


I can't explain. I do not understand why our Creator would make us this way. I do not know how he came to the decision of making us this way, reacting to events, and people, and love in such a way as we do.

He not only allowed us to feel pain, but joy. And feel it not for a moment but for long, suspended periods of time. When we can experience our hearts clenching inside of us when we laugh. Because there is hurt, and memories, and incredible love that all gets mixed together and poured out in that laugh.

I used to think of memories as bad things sometimes. Memories allow us to re-feel the pain that we struggle to leave behind. They can sadden our eyes and cause us to try and fade away to forget them. That can be true.

But memories can also be the summer we long for in the winter.

When we feel like the ice and snow are permanent. When we aren't sure if grey will become a constant cover, or if pink will ever re-surface on the trees and such.

Those moments of beautiful can be as redeeming as the little bird voice I heard this morning outside my window.

There is so much hope in that. So much hope. Because if it's happened before it can happen again. If love has happened before, it can happen again. If we were alive before we can be alive again. If we had hope before we can muster up some hope again.

And this, friends, is why I continue to hold on to Jesus Christ. I don't understand, but I know that I can't exist in winter forever.
And each word from him is somewhat like a bird-song.


Choose to say it's crazy, choose to say it's worth it, choose to ignore completely and return to youtube.

Or, choose to hope.

There's so much more than winter.