The road between sorrow and joy is well worn in our home. The vehicle of our hearts go back and forth on that well traveled plain full of bumps, valleys, beauty and streams in the desert. Enjoying what’s here but remembering what had to be missing to bring us here. There is a hole that is always missing, a place in all of us that cannot be filled. A reminder of what was and what is never to be again. A place where the memory of death always stings, where the scent of the memories linger longer and at times feels like it’s all too much for a heart to handle. We can experience joys and yet still feel the deep sorrow, we can celebrate and still mourn. Human hearts are peculiar things that always have room for expanding for more love and experience more sadness. We may never understand why our journeys are marked out in such a terrain of emotions but we can know that the Shepherd leads well throughout the streams and the deserts. He holds us when we cry and whispers His promises as He carries us through reminding our weary hearts that this is where He is leading us and we won’t walk it alone no matter how difficult it may look. The daunting task of this heavy life is nothing for the One who holds the world in His hands. Our hearts are His priority, our journey His road and heaven our final destination.