Your Hands

This week was a recovery from the very fun and busy one before, and from the events of last weekend.

Tuesday night I hosted a Noonday party.  It was small but meaningful.

Wednesday was Veterans' Day, and we made a lot of things happen, including a visit to the zoo.

Friday, Scott and I both had some free time, so we cooked up some Thanksgiving food and took it to an early Thanksgiving event at my brother's house 2 hours away.  I don't have a great family pic of that, but here is one of my mom, my daughter, and my niece.

That day on the way to dinner I saw a few odd Facebook posts of condolences for Paris.  I didn't understand it until we got to the family visit, when my sister-in-law explained it more fully.  Then as the hours wore on, it became more grievously clear.  Echoes of 9/11.

The weekend after 9/11, Scott and I went to a concert, as we'd planned, for a long time.  It was Lifehouse and Jars of Clay at the OK state fair.  Last weekend, we also attended a conert; this time it was JJ Heller.

The first song they performed was "Your Hands."  I realized later it was probably because it was her big radio single, but still, it was appropriate for the moment.  

When my world is shaking, heaven stands

When my heart is breaking

I never leave your hands

It was a good moment.  I don't understand and can't speak to what is going on, but as the world shakes, it is what I remember.

I do feel so much more could be said, but will leave it here as I can always catch up later.