I wrote this three years ago. Rather apropos today…
Faith I find myself questioning without doubting Not understanding but believing For what is faith? The substance of things hoped for Even when my mind is perplexed My heart is pierced with truth The evidence of things not seen but sure Indications and manifestations to hold me To keep me on the way Hope, that thing with feathers Faith fluttering as a breeze Mystifying yet dependable
“…you don’t have to understand things for them to be.” – from A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle.
Not In This Soup Alone 
We miss you a lot but realize you are where you need to be. How time can pass so fast and yet slowly too is such a mystery.
I found out that my cousins husband died after a short illness. They had been married 52 years and just as you has shared, the loss hurts so much and she misses him so greatly. She, too, is having to move to another home and has much to sort through.
I would love to talk with you one day when you have time. Thanks again for the Mother’s Day card.
Love, Judy
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