I caught myself breathing deeply and letting out a sigh, more than a few times this morning. I heard my husband do the same. Today will be difficult.
In an attempt to clear the anxiety thumping between my ears and running down my neck, I laced up my sneakers and headed outside . Just a few minutes in, my feet glide over this leaf. Turning around to look closer, I snapped the photo.
I whispered a thank you to God for reminding me, he is here too. In the little places. In the big places. In the need to escape places.
We are headed to the funeral of a good, good man. One who loved well, and who was loved well.
We’ve already stuffed our pockets with tissue. We’ve already blinked back the tears …so many times. We won’t be able to contain them much longer. We know this.
Today we will love on his family. The heartbroken. Those left behind with no answers, but with great faith. They hold tight to belief that they will reunite with him again on the streets of Heaven.
Light rain has begun to fall. The skies are gray and cloudy. It’s as if the earth knows… and is mourning with us.
“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” ~ Psalms 34:18
Love well,
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I have lost two people in the last 2 weeks, and am feeling rather gutted. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, I needed to read this. xo
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It is so very hard. Hugs!
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This was beautiful!
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❤️
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