This evening I heard through a friend
that an old co-worker/friend's husband is no longer here.
She's my age;
he was just a little bit older;
they have three kids.
My heart physically aches for them.
Today, I am thankful that I have an Anchor to rest my hope in.
"When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
through every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil."