When people ask, "How is Matt recovering?" I want to tell the truth but most aren't ready to hear what I truly have to say.
Truth is, he hasn't. He won't. He can't.
Cooper dropped my iPad a few days ago. I was in the lobby of our karate school when he told me what he had done.
I looked at the iPad this morning, shards of glass were stuck to the case. If I touch it, shards of glass stick in my finger tips. The screen is completely shattered.
Just like our lives right now, shattered.
I look at that screen and I see my family and our hearts. We are broken, shards of heartbreak & pain protruding from each one of us. If you touch us, you will feel our pain. You will see our tears. You will hear our cries.
Our hearts are shattered.
It feels like this isn't happening but it is.
I'm sitting here, typing this while Matt is sleeping next to me. So much on his shoulders right now. The weight of his family. The weight of his job. The weight of jet lag still lingering a bit. The weight of pain. The weight of loss. Shards of glass piercing his heart.
Our family will never be the same.
Our family will be stronger.
Our family will be better because from great sorrow comes great victory!
So yeah, Matt is back from Kenya and he loved every single second of it.
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ. If we are distressed, it is for your comfort and salvation; if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which produces in you patient endurance of the same sufferings we suffer. And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our sufferings, so also you share in our comfort."
2 Corinthians 1:3-7