I use the word good without really thinking about it very much. This week is Easter Week, which means we have Good Friday. That always caused my brain to hurt as a kid. We see all of the drama of the Passion leading in to the crucifixion of Jesus. As a child I couldn’t figure out how this was “good”. Nothing seemed all that good about it to my eyes.
Fast forward to this past weekend (forward back?) and I found my family saying goodbye to the patriarch of the family. And indeed, it was good. Having lived a very full life, we can find joy in allowing him to go home.
There will be losses in life. That’s just the way it goes. It becomes imperative to roll with the punches. This week, especially, I have seen how something perceived as a loss can help me to…