As I drove to pick Max up from school yesterday (alive, happy and safe), a huge rainbow with the full spectrum arched in the sky.
After three restless hours of sleep last night, I woke in tears, pain and heartache.
On the early morning drive to the farmer’s market, another rainbow arched across the sky.
Last night I nicked the ceramic blue baby shoe ornament that marked Max’s first Christmas as I reached for our Advent wreath. That gentle nudge reminded me of other first Christmas ornaments, unfilled stockings and gifts that will never be unwrapped in Newtown.
What could I do but light the two purple candles marking this time?
The first one is for hope, the second for peace.
Tomorrow is the pink candle which marks joy. An idea as incomprehensible to me as these rainbows, yet I will light it anyway.
I have to; the one after that is love.
We need to get to love.
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