Before molding his precious metal, the goldsmith must first melt it down until the material becomes ideal to work with. The gold reaches that point only when the goldsmith is finally able to see his reflection staring back at him each and every time he casts his patient gaze upon it. When this occurs, he’ll take possession of the metal, then carefully create the form in which it will forever remain.
It appears as if the Goldsmith is satisfied, indeed, with my sister. I have no doubt that He’s able to see the reflection of His likeness whenever He looks deep within her soul. As such, He’ll finally turn down the heat. Throughout the years, however, He has melted her time and time again, but Holliday never complained. She simply endured, and as she did, all who witnessed were warmed by the glow of her bravery and determination.
Though her legacy is only beginning, her life will soon be ending. And while none of us are ready to say goodbye, particularly her husband and teenage daughter, we’re left with no choice, as the Goldsmith appears certain that it’s just the right time to take possession of her and create an eternal masterpiece.
To our mortal eyes, He already has.
It is with unspeakable sadness that I ask you to hold my sister and her nuclear family close in both thought and prayer during what looks to be the final days of her life.
Within the melancholy exists miraculous beauty.