A Grief Observed

I was reading C.S. Lewis the other day.

" 'She is in God's hand.' That gains new energy when I think of her as a sword. Perhaps the earthly life I shared with her was only part of the tempering. Now perhaps He grasps the hilt; weighs the new weapon; makes lightning with it in the air. 'a right Jerusalem blade.' "

May we temper each other.