It has been four years and yet each July the memories come rushing back like a flood. Our grief isn't raw like it once was, but especially today, we reflect, we remember, and we rejoice."The gifts lie in wait, in a room painted blue
Little blessing from Heaven would be there soon
Hope fades in the night, blue skies turn to grey
As the little one slips away.
You’re holding their hand, you’re straining for words
You’re trying to make sense of it all
They’re desperate for hope, darkness clouding their view
They’re looking to you.
Just love them like Jesus, carry them to Him.
His yoke is easy, His burden is light.
You don’t need the answers to all of life’s questions.
Just know that He loves them and stay by their side.
Love them like Jesus."
The poem above is an excerpt of a song we heard shortly after the loss of Evan. Thank you to all those who loved us like Jesus.
1 comment:
what a great poem - and i am sure the grieving is even hard four years later! some day you will see Evan again!
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