it aches. the mystery of how hurt begins to heal, but wounds are vulnerable, and reopen, tediously, back and forth, catching in your throat, predictable, unexpected. raw.
and we cry tears that do not escape His ever vigilant watch. we cry when we remember the words she once said. we cry when we remember that look on her face. we cry when we remember the sound of her laugh or the little things she did with her hands when she talked. we miss her so much.
we cry because we know this isn’t how things are supposed to be. we cry because we know death is unnatural and because we want her back. we cry because we want her back so bad. we cry because it’s tough to say “goodbye.”
but we cry with tears of hope, because deep down we know our tears will not last forever. we know it’s not really “goodbye.” not really. it’s “goodbye for now.” it’s “see you soon".
our perfect Master has not made a mistake, His mercy flows...everyday, enough supply for a moment. We talk to Him constantly, abiding, sheltering in the shadow of His wing. His presence has never been more needed, or been more intimate and real.
our perfect Master has not made a mistake, His mercy flows...everyday, enough supply for a moment. We talk to Him constantly, abiding, sheltering in the shadow of His wing. His presence has never been more needed, or been more intimate and real.
-for beautiful Kinsey Quynh,
you remain desperately missed
and so deeply loved. dance ahead of us, precious girl . we'll see you soon.
