Despair and dreams wash away leaving the heart open for all the light and peace, and, yes, mercy to flood in. That's so it can be shared, Sisters, passed around, cast on the water so it can come back to us, multiplied. We have no idea how this so-called Loss is going to be used to the greater glory of God and the Beloved Mercury. We don't have to know. But, maybe you got a glimpse of the peaceful promise in Sister Cheryl's face.
Hope only needs the slightest crack in a crumbling heart to enter.
Maybe it's time to let it break. Let it break open to the amazing truth that you are loved, that you are not alone, that you are a member of the community that knows that a broken heart is really food to be shared with a hungry world, and that each of us is invited to the feast. That's why it's called the Good News, Honey. May it be so all the days of its life.