There are twelve tribes and twelve disciples.
Twelve stones in the High Priest’s breastplate.
Twelve months in the year.
For those who study these things, the number twelve in Scripture signifies “perfection” or “authority”.
It is also considered the number of completeness.
It was twelve days into April that Dominic completed his earthly sojourn and began his life in Heaven with Jesus.
While from my perspective his life was cut short, from God’s it was finished. The days ordained for my son before he was born had been completed. The work He had prepared beforehand for him to do was through.
I don’t like it.
But I receive it because it passed through the hands of my Father.
I can’t open my heart to love and close it to grief-so I’ll hold them both until I hold Dominic again.
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