It’s not that I’m ignoring the elephant in the room.
I simply don’t know what to say, and I refuse to talk simply to hear the sound of my own voice. That’s never a good enough reason.
But know this, we are facing this week head on and taking it one step at a time.
That’s all that can be done.
For all the begging and pleading in the world won’t earn me another moment with him in this life.
If only it could.
If only it could.
If only it could.
But trust this my dear, sweet, loving, concerned, CHERISHED friends. . . I feel your prayers.
Every.single.one.
They dance beside me by day and keep watch by my pillow through the night.
Our arms may be empty, but our hearts are full.
Because of you.
Our hearts are full.
There is TRUE power in prayer.
God is good. All the time.
xo,
Me
PS- I’m going to try to relive every day as it unfolded (thus the link above). Masochistic? No. These posts remind me that I fought. That I gave my EVERYTHING. They remind me how much we loved each other, that beautiful boy and I. They remind me how loved we all were, how each of you showered your love and faith so freely. They remind me of the goodness of God. They remind me that we are NEVER left comfortless, for even in our darkest hour, He stands, arms outstretched, waiting for us to let Him in.