While I've had some exposure in my life to the inadequacies of the english language, it is confirmed for me this week that words can never match the depth of feeling our souls experience in times of great joy and great sorrow. The phrases, "words can't describe" or "there aren't words” can be seen as lack of trying. That is, until you have been there, reaching for words that don’t exist.
Great blessings and great trials stir up the recesses of our souls, making us experience something new, something quite inexpressible: the singular moment when you know what you must do next, after weeks of confusion and indecision; the sparkle of love and utter trust in your child’s eyes while you tickle him into the hiccups; the awe and reverence I myself have felt this week witnessing my friends, Jori and Dwight Udall, maneuver through the darkest nightmare with light and love, taking every opportunity to testify that they know they will be with their son again, and that he is now whole and well, calming and reassuring family, friends, and the community at large. What strength of spirit this generosity requires, I can only imagine. Heaven knows, I would be tucked away in a private corner, crumpled in on myself.
I am incredibly moved. And grateful to call them friends.
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More information in this previous post. And at CJUdall.org.
