To me, they lived in separate spaces. They were heard in different instruments of different songs.
The day that my daughter told me that I was indeed sad even though I had just laughed, I learned something.
Tears and sorrow, smiles and laughter live together. They are the same cord on a guitar, the same key on a pianos ivories.
The blending of what is sorrow and what is joy, is what makes life.
Behind the smiles is a story of brokenness.
Within the tears of heartache, lies a joy of life that lived.
The blending of it all, all of life, is what makes glorious sound. It is what gives beauty to life.