Thinking that two years had already gone by, I revisted an album of photos of our house, of how it looked after that night of July.
It was a wrong move.
A move that will shake again the peace that I and family have been picking up and putting back together in place.
It brought back everything. Including the tears.
So, I went back to where I once found comfort, to where I find an ally…always. 0
Jesus, must have cried with him at that moment.
Jesus was not part of his accusers.
Oh Lord, Your word never fails to comfort. You are my strength. You are my refuge.