I had coffee with someone sort of new today. Someone who has often posted on my facebook page just to say she's thinking of me or praying for me. Someone I didn't always respond to but it meant alot to me that she was praying for me both when Eva was sick and now, when she isn't sick anymore.
When I left I said thanks for the coffee that was nice. It was nice. This someone said to me that she was a little scared inviting me over. She didn't really know how it would go. I really appreciated her honesty and her willingness to go out on a limb and invite me over. Just jump in and invite the mom with the dead baby over for a cup of coffee. We just had a normal time. We talked about her kids. We talked about my kids. We talked about Eva some too, but not all the time. Not more than the other kids, I don't think. She is one of my kids, after all. Always will be. As I left I joked that I would blog about our visit. I didn't really mean it, but here I am, blogging about it.
It was nice. It felt normal and good.
This much I know is true: With God, life often doesn`t make sense. Without God, life makes even less sense.