A Love Letter of Hope – A Time for Mourning a Time for Dancing
Life isn’t always beautiful roses and fragrant daffodils. Sometimes life carries the stench of dead things – dead dreams, dead hopes, dead feelings, loss of people, loss of relationships. It reeks of pungent rottenness. We’ve all been there. Heads hanging so low, not even the sun can lift them. Hearts so heavy with the ashes of our pain that we are immobilized. Yes, life isn’t always a beautiful song. Sometimes it is the wincing melody of screeching nails on black chalkboard.