The Golden Egg is legendary at my parent’s house on Easter. My dad has triumphed over the common child for the past 30 years. The city of Atlantis isn’t lost. My father simply hid it and nobody can find his hiding place. Really. He’s a genius. I hope to be just like him some day.
When life doesn’t seem fair, it can be hard to keep the perspective that God knows what He’s doing. When events and circumstances seem to pile up inequity and loss, trusting the Lord becomes challenging. The struggle to understand pain and suffering can be overwhelming. The past month I’ve experienced a repeated lesson. An ever-increasing revelation that life is precious. Fragile. Frail. A vapor. And that I have no control over it. I am a shadow. Continue reading