even so, come. Lord Jesus, come..

THE MISSING OF YOU IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE, OUR PRECIOUS QUYNH. 

OUR SIGHT MUST STAY ON HIM ALONE...the same God who stretched out the heavens and spread out the earth, gives breath and life to those who walk on it. we trust him with every breath...

 LISTEN TO THIS BEAUTIFUL SONG OF TRUTH AS YOU BREATHE IN HIS BEAUTY AND HIS  FOREVER FAITHFULNESS 

                             



AND THIS WISDOM FROM THOSE WHO HAVE WALKED BEFORE US...

"Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a Divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of earth."

Heavendate

Saturday, Nov.22 marks one year since Quynh's entrance to heaven.

 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.

-for beautiful Kinsey Quynh, 

you remain desperately  missed 

 and so deeply loved. dance ahead of us, precious girl . we'll see you soon.