When my friend Hannah adopted her son, I remember holding himwhen he was tiny and thinking how very heavy seven pounds was. Heavy with significance, heavy with glory, heavy in worth and joy. He wasn't my son, but I felt the weight of him.
When my mom died, Aaron shared how hard it was for him sometimes, because there was nothing he could do. There's no repair although I know he would have given most anything to mend that tear. But I remember, one of those last nights when all of us were so tired from no rest and deep grief, the way he stayed awake all night watching over mom so we could sleep. I remember waking up all through the night and seeing his face, lit by monitors and machines, guarding. Watching. Sharing in my sorrow. During that time he was listening to the radio and heard a quote about sharing life with another being one of the most powerful things we as humans can do. The quote is;
"A sorrow shared is a sorrow halved and a joy shared is a joy doubled"
True. There's so much happening in the world right now, things we would all give much and more to mend. We're solvers, us humans. But some things we can't fix. The damage is done.
So maybe what we can do with the desire to do something, is to share with one another our sorrows and joys. To bear witness to them, to hold vigil, to mark memories. As Ecclesiastes says to laugh with those who laugh and mourn with those who mourn.
This is the joy I got to share today. Two hearts so clearly at home with one another. Technically, I was there for video. OF which there will be no preview, today. I am too tired. But I confess I couldn't resist snapping just a few shots of these glories.
More, most assuredly, to come.