The seeds we sow. The tears we shed.
Sowing while weeping. I don’t remember the song title or even the lyrics; I only know it was my first time ever listening to Christian music. The song’s link was at the end of a CaringBridge post written by a woman I did not know. Her husband, who I did know, had been diagnosed with an aggressive cancer, and it was clear from her post that their world had flipped upside down. I was no stranger to struggle; my own family was walking through unwanted health issues at the same time. But I knew objectively their situation was far worse than mine. There was no mistaking the pain and deep sorrow in their hearts as I read the latest update, and I was certain tears had been shed as the words were written. And yet, I could not miss that something else was laced throughout the words. Something I did not understand, but knew I wanted: An inner peace and persevering hope that called out to my aching and faith-less heart. As a result of those written-through-tears CaringBridge entrie...