I sit here and type, but I really need to be doing housework.
My floors are dirty, they need a good sweep and vacuum. But, I just can't right now.
While making my bed a few minutes ago, I started sobbing uncontrollably.
My heart is still aching from the loss of David.
The strange thing is...we were not really "friends." I knew his brother and hung out with his brother a little after high school. I had never really met David.
When I heard of his illness, I contacted him and introduced myself and expressed to him how my family and I were in fervent prayer for his healing.
We sent a few emails back and forth a couple of times, and I posted countless encouraging scriptures on his wall.
But, we had never even met.
It doesn't matter though. My heart grieves for the loss of his presence and his warmth that he radiated.
I just saw a picture of him on facebook taken when he was about 12...it hit my heart hard.
I saw him as a little boy, close to my Joseph's age.
As a Mother, I grieve. As a wife, I grieve. As a friend, I grieve. As a sister in Christ, I grieve.
I know he is healed. And smiling.
I take comfort in that.
I will finally meet him face to face one day. I will hug his neck, and tell him what he has done for me...for us.
Jesus took him for a reason. The reason is becoming crystal clear to me.
His life has impacted so many. His life is drawing us all closer to Jesus because of our sorrow.
Oh, Jesus...how I love you.
blowing snot bubbles, but still trusting,