A fresh start or, the #meaningoflife is #42
It has been a truly horrible autumn. R and I have unexpectedly and at great speed lost an immediate member of R’s family. Separately I have had to face the fact that instead of fully living the life i have, I’ve been desperately clinging to the hope that I might still have a child.
The grief of both these things has floored us. But in spite of all the darkness, Christ’s goodness has shone though. Our church has been deeply compassionate towards us, demonstrating what it really means to be God’s people, in their love for us.
I have handled a lot of all our circumstances really badly and I am grateful for a forgiving husband and a forgiving God. But now it’s time to start again, to set out on the road once more. We will both journey with grief a good while longer, but I know that the Father has our back.
The broken pieces of our lives will be mended with the gold of Christ’s compassion and we will be called beautiful because of it.
I turn 42 on Thursday and as anyone aquainted with the hitch hikers guide to the galaxy will know, 42 is the answer to the meaning of life…
I intend to make 42 a year of entering into the life I have and celebrating all that God has given R and I by living in the hope that Christ has set before me.
That, in him I can be a force for good. That through him, I can create joy, love and worship for his glory.
May the meaning of 42 be as my dad taught me years ago:
Ours the task
Others the benefit
To God the glory.