Old Friends

There were so many moments yesterday when my body literally shook with tears. The love that was poured out over these families was astounding and beautiful beyond words. One that stood out though was driving in the funeral procession and looking over to the front of the church to the most breathtaking sight. There, looking on, was this massive sea of teenagers, many with their hands over their hearts. {I couldn't even get that typed out without crying} 

It just goes back to the sheer awesomeness of the human spirit that I talked about on Monday and I know that all that love is going to stick with them for a mighty long forever. 

Later on, at my friend's house, there were glimpses of real, glorious laughter. We don't see each other very much at all anymore but that is the beauty of old friends. It's always like picking up right where you left off, no matter how long it's been. And even in the midst of the darkest storms of life, remembrance of days past can still bring forth tiny sparks of joy. I like to think of those moments as little reminders that maybe, just maybe, we are going to survive the storm after all. 

 One of life's greatest gifts.

This is Day 8. You can read the other posts here.