My three sons–I still have three you know.
Two that travel the earth with me and one that dwells with Jesus.
My soul expanded with each birth–like pants stretched to make room for inches gained and there is no going back.
My heart will always bear the stretchmarks of my love.
LORD, I cannot thank You for allowing my son to be taken–I can thank You for Who You are and for not leaving me alone in my grief.
I won’t overlook the beauty in a sunrise, the gift of laughter or the welcome warmth of loving hugs.
I won’t allow bitterness to strip my life of kindness and compassion. I will try to embrace the pain and let it work Your purpose in my heart.
When I can’t fight the battle myself, I will rest in the arms of the One Who fights for me.
God is a safe place to hide,
ready to help when we need him.
We stand fearless at the cliff-edge of doom,
courageous in seastorm and earthquake,
Before the rush and roar of oceans,
the tremors that shift mountains.
Jacob-wrestling God fights for us,
God-of-Angel-Armies protects us.
Psalm 46:1-3 MSG