The Beautiful Song

In the months before I lost Veronica I refrained from listening to ordinary love songs. I remember those months too well–waiting in hope and fear.

I had so much faith. I knew–knew He would bring her back. It has been 14 years. 3 to go…

I have felt that fear so many times since–the fear of loss and grief and love.

Perfect love casts out all fear.

Imperfect love clings to the scarred feet of Perfect Love, praying for flat out miracles.