Yesterday was the twentieth anniversary of, easily, the worst day of my life. In a full circle of events- or, as I believe, God’s poetic timing- I was privileged to spend my day yesterday helping out the very person who showed up on my doorstep at a time when I needed help the most. We comisserated over pie. In the midst of all of our wanderings and adventures I found myself right back at home where it all began. It was a moment of completion, of healing. It was just right.
Look for the helpers, indeed. And be a help. In the midst of whatever circumstances you find yourself in, lift your head up. Look around, and you will find grace.
Red, Green, and Blue 