I heard his words.
This day, in this wooden pew, in this church in Cincinnati, Ohio, I listened.
As the priest told us how joy is not a state of mind but a condition we choose to live in;
a grace given by the father, all to often left unopened,
I nodded my head in agreement.
Looking to my right and left at the faces of those I cherished most in this world, I understood.
We do hard things.
We wrestle challenge.
But, each day, we make a choice to live in the grace he has provided.
The pain and the joy partners on this path.
“Momma are you crying”, she whispered in my ear.
“No tears today”, I whispered back;