...what we wish for most, even more than paradise, is to be recognized.~Hisham Matar (From A Month in Siena)

How could this be happening? I watched as hundreds of caskets were covered with dirt, the unclaimed bodies of the dead in New York buried at a mass gravesite. The announcer on BBC World News America said something like, "One of the most well-loved cities in the world, in the richest country in the world has resorted to mass graves during the COVID-19 pandemic." The darkness of the reality matched my feelings of despair on Good Friday, of all days. I couldn't quite believe that so many people had died, not only in the United States, but all over the world. 

I have questions. I ask God, "What good can come of this?" While my faith quivers in light of this world trauma, I still believe that God can work things out for good. Like He did after Good Friday. The cross was a way that He saw us, saw that we needed a savior. But when that good man, that good shepherd died, it was hard to believe that anything positive could come of it. And then Easter. The day life came back. The miracle that gives us hope now.

In these unlit times, my sisters and I have been exchanging YouTube videos that help restore hope. I include a twelve-minute video that one of my sisters shared here that may bring you encouragement, dear readers. The God Who Sees

God's peace. He is risen! He is risen indeed!