So much loss.
After we received the call about the death of my mother-in-law, Dorothy, I curled up in bed, crying.
I thought, “How will we move forward? How do we keep going? It’s too hard. Life’s too painful.”
As my thought was concluding I got an immediate impression.
“You’re not alone. You’ve done this. You weren’t alone then and I won’t leave you now.”
These last two years have felt heavy, hard, and impossible.
But as a family we’ve done the impossible with help from family, friends, and Him.
Faith. That’s been the key for me.
We’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other because we believe we’re going to see these loved ones again.
I’ll take a deep breath and hugs my boys through their sorrow because I believe we’re building a family that’ll last into forever.
I’ll cling to my husband as we weather yet another storm because I love him and I have faith that there’s something more for us than this life.
Faith isn’t easy. In fact it can be downright hard.
But we’ve experienced loss before so we know the work it’s going to require.
And we know we’re not alone.
So we’ll keep trusting. Keep believing.
We’ll keep hoping.