lenten journal: missing


Today has been a day of missing for me.

I began by posting this picture of my mother’s recipe box, which now resides here in Guilford. She has stayed on my mind ever since. My brother and sister-in-law left today for Cambodia , which they have done before, but somehow it matters more this time. I spent the afternoon preparing for dinner for those who would gather around our Guilford table and missing those who ate with us in Durham. And now it’s late and my heart is awash in feelings that I don’t know how to articulate in any way that make a coherent blog post.

Dag Hammarskjöld prayed, “For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be, yes.” Tonight, that is my prayer.



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