What if the best days were just ahead of the most bracing you've lived through?
I grew increasingly uncomfortable, feeling the weight of impending doom. The experience started out so well. A Passover with friends, and then,
What if we allowed ourselves to be loved. To be honored. To be deserving of Grace? What if we accepted from one another the good we desire to give?
"when you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy."