We went to a worship retreat last October (oh, had we only known what fires we would pass through before a year had passed!) at Crescent Beach. The worship service early Sunday morning on the beach was so cold, the air so clean. Our lips had trouble forming the words to the hymns and prayers, but our hearts lifted with the flight of the seabirds above. Looking out over the water, watching the sun rise, both of us were struck by the realization that the Creator to whom we sang that morning had formed and spoken everything around us into being… including us. Within the year, we would feel His creative force in an entirely new way – and experience the wrenching pain of the death that is sin’s stain this world.

My unborn son died, but every morning our sun rises. God’s Son died too, and has risen to be at His right side always. Light and dark. Everlife and sin. We taste it all.

And rejoice.