I'm not making an extensive post tonight, even though I think I should create works of art every day, like some of my blog friends. But I'm blown away. I preached about my daughter yesterday, about how a tragedy can sometimes turn into great gifts. The response of my parishioners has been overwhelmingly touching. Your comments here have been manna from heaven for a hungry heart. I'm slowly, slowly learning that opening my heart means that others will touch me in meaningful ways, and that has happened. This introvert, this one who was a solemn, lonely, isolated little girl, and who grew into a sometimes rather isolated woman, is learning to open her heart. God is helping to teach me this; you all are also teaching me that it feels better to have an open heart than not to have one.
This is another example of how the tragedy of losing Eleanor has become a great gift. My heart feels touched by your responses -- all of you. I am replenished. Today was an amazing day, with parishioners reaching out to me, with some of you reaching out to me. I've experienced God's love through all of you, and I feel better able to face those other uncertainties that life is always bound to hold.
My goodness. My gracious. Thanks to the loving, good, and gracious God. And thanks to Eleanor again. And maybe more than that, thanks be to all of you. ALL of you.