Their safest place held two extremes within one year: deepest heartache and harmonious joy.
"Yes, our home was the site where Maria was accidentally hit by a car and left this earth, but even though that all-consuming terrible thing had happened here, our home was also a place of powerful, happy memories. This was the place where God had met us time and time again; He had not been looking the other way [that day]. We missed Maria and our hearts were sad...but we also laughed with the most powerful sense of joy, the kind of joy that thrusts itself right up through sorrow. We knew that something powerful was happening in our home that day."
- Mary Beth Chapman, Choosing to SEE
I never would have thought I could live joyfully in a home where I had lost someone I love. In my worst nightmares, I couldn't have thought I could ever again find sleep in the bedroom where my husband died.
But somehow, somehow, I have. Somehow I do.
Laughter spills where tears have flowed.
The place sings with memories. And our home is far more sacred than I have ever imagined.
I laughed today. With my little boys. In our home.
This is a sacred song.