Nineteen.

I can't stop thinking about the firefighters in Arizona. I can't imagine the devastation. It would be unbearable.

4Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Matthew 5

18I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.
John 14

This life is hard. It hurts sometimes. To lose. To remember.
But still, we go on. Still we hold each other around the shoulders. Still we grieve and mourn. Still we rise up.

Still we are comforted.

On how I learned God is merciful.

I spent the week away from my family starting on a Sunday and ending on a Saturday. I didn't plan anything really. I only wanted to go and see my best and drink tea and turn twenty-two and make galettes and read Beatrix Potter. Instead I ended up barefoot on a sidewalk, holding hands with a sobbing K as she watched her husband kick doors down to wake people up, and fire ate away at everything they had.
Not but thirty minutes after I arrived, I watched with my best friend as we thought she was losing everything.