Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I woke up to a fluttering white dance of snowflakes, and the sun has not yet fully emerged. Everything of color is now utterly stark and unmistakeably visible. The few clinging leaves and the ordinary evergreens are momentarily transformed.
And so it is with my life since last October stripped our family of 80% of our income. We have not grieved once for the things we lost, but rather, the things that were always so ordinary as to be invisible we see as precious gifts. And when this snow melts away, and the economic recession returns the lost jobs, our hearts will be richer for having seen the extraordinary beauty that money does not offer.