Joey and I took the weekend off. Wade went to Fall Retreat with Asbury, and we went to Dallas. Our time together is always fun and important and I am so blessed to have married a man that I just truly enjoy. He is, by all accounts, an overgrown eighth grader more than 80% of the time, but as both my children are oft to point out, I chose him.
On the way home, we were both gaining the weight we had shed when we left town. The chores that waited for us inside our house, and the reality that Taylor would still not be there caused us to ride home silently. Every so often he would reach over and grip my thigh in his strong, warm hand and I would rest my head on his shoulder. In that moment, I heard the verse from Genesis that we had Tom Moll read at our wedding, "Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife , and that shall become one flesh." (2:24) We are one in our love and one in our grief.
The love of our friends and this community continues to amaze us. There are over ten different kindnesses that have been bestowed upon us since last Thursday. I wish I could write about them all. Each of the small acts overwhelm us and sustain us at just the perfect time. Each portrays a manifestation of our friends' faith and longing to take some of the pain. That's what drove my friend Wanda and a few accomplices to my home on Saturday morning in wind and rain. They tore out old bushes and hundreds of old vines and built a brand new flower bed in the front of my house. I can see the heavens crying and a gray rain falling, the women's elbows and hands covered with mud as they pierced the ground with shovels tearing out roots and overgrown ivy hoping against hope that they were also tearing out the sadness the lurks in the corners of this house. They planted new flowers, new growth and laid a rich, red mulch throughout the entire bed. Where once lay decay and disorder now rests the promise of perennial beauty and I can't make thank you sound like the gratitude that plays in my heart. More and more, I just cry as the kindness settles into an open wound.
I thanked my friend Wanda, and I cried in her arms - and she just let me. Then I found a link my friend Patti send me. I will share it with you, for those of you that miss Taylor, too. I hope it comforts you. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zbsBUf9VKyc&feature=youtube