It’s cold outside today. It’s the second day of Spring after a long but relatively mild winter, and the wind that blows across the Oval cuts through my jacket to the interior no matter how closely I press my arms against my side. The sky is light blue and the sun is bright, but for some reason it feels grey. The songs on the radio play a kaleidoscope of dark hues as the clock tower beats a long, slow knell in the distance.
Potential bad news on the horizon for some friends. One of those moments that splits life into the period of time known as Before and that which comes Afterwards. If you’re reading this, and if you're the sort, spend a moment in prayer asking that everything would come out alright.
And if it doesn’t, ask that they would find comfort in the afterward.
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