Every Lament is a Love Song

Today I'm aching for all that is sad to come untrue. A friend Ben passed away last night after a long battle with Cystic Fibrosis. He was so well-loved, with a thirst for adventure and such a spark of life about him. It's hard to remember that he is more himself than ever right now, that on some distant shore he's soaking up sunshine and drinking deeply of grace-drenched air. He is breathing easily for the first time in a long long time, walking hand-in-hand with Jesus.


The title to this post is a line is from a Switchfoot song Yesterdays. Worth a listen.