"Tears are the silent language of grief."
"Les larmes sont le langage muet de la douleur."
--Voltaire
I came home from errands last night to news of Paris that was devastating. My entire Facebook feed, full of horror. My kids were around me, they know to surround me, and I am grateful for that, because I couldn't stop my tears.
I went to bed, passed out was more like it, with my clothes on, not brushing my teeth. Dishes were piled in the sink, I couldn't get to them, my only thought was how I wanted to be alone and pray for the people of Paris. I spent the night with dreams of a man trying to mail a box and being buried in rubble.
I become overwhelmed with the thought of the loss, and the grief, and the death of each other. All these families. But I believe that light overcomes dark, and that with enough light we can push out the dark. Today, my family is praying, and we are researching ways to bring light.
I share this link here, in hopes of pushing out the dark and filling it with light of our own:
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