It's those days of summer, they found, that can either leave you more radiant than the sun at high noon or dangle you in anxious, heavy limbo like three full days of humidity after a heavy rain.
It was times such as these of which she dreamed of one day telling her grandchildren about.. Times in which she cried to God every night about, well, everything. Her career, her relationships, her body, her money. She longed to tell them of how she emerged from those days because already she knew that if there was anything to pass on through the generations of her family, it would be that no adversity is stronger than the hopeful resiliency of the human spirit powered by the Holy Spirit. It was of those same days that she wanted so speak of abounding joy. Joy and restoration found in do-nothing days at summer festivals. Joy and restoration tangibly experienced through sun-soaked, exfoliated skin from smiling sunbeams and floating in low tide. Joy and restoration shared from hours of conversation with people who loved her; people who were responsible for the person she grew to be and was still becoming. Joy and restoration from hard work that made the body she was given proud and strong. Joy and restoration from the hope of the goodness of life that was still yet to come. Joy and restoration created in daily evening prayers and Sunday morning songs. Joy and restoration that made anxiety and prayers of perceived anguish vanish like some sort of magic. Or maybe more like the perfect crime.
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