We are starting summer around our house although the weather has been much more spring like...until today. I think the sun has finally shone through for the first time this week. The drizzly rain is gone but the humidity has soared! The tradeoff for beautiful sunny days is walking through the stormiest nights of life.
The next big storm is already looming in the distance. We know to expect the winds to blow 43 days from today. We will feel a temperature change and the pressure build up long before the appointed day arrives, but we will try to be ready. We will remember the fair-weather times we have gone through, but we will still prepare by battening down the hatches and folding up our sails. We will hope for smooth sailing as the waves start to mount and the rain falls in sheets. We will get our anchor ready, knowing that it is firmly held by Godโs unchangeable nature.
๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐น, ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ต ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฎ๐๐, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ต ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ถ๐น;โ --๐๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ฒ:๐ญ๐ต
You might just wonder what I am talking about? Why am I talking about storms and even anchors? In my heart, I often feel that the battles I face come upon me like a storm that builds on the horizon. I know it is coming, I can see it clearly. I cannot change its arrival, only do my best to prepare my heart to ride it out. The storm that is coming is the one-year anniversary of Millieโs heaven day. In just 43 days we will commemorate, not celebrate the year that she has been gone from our lives. We are not sad FOR HER being in the presence of our Lord, but our hearts do grieve FOR US being here without her. We miss her every single day!
There are times I think I will weather that day without being overcome, but there are other days that I know it will be so much more difficult than I imagine. Maybe not harder than any other day without her, but a glaring reminder that we are moving farther and farther away from her being in our lives. As I post her pictures now, each of you can still imagine our 3-year-old little dollโฆbut what about when I post them 10 yearsโ20 yearsโ40 years from now? It is reasonable to think David and I could live 40 more years without Millie. How odd it will be to be when I am considered to be an โold womanโ and will still speak of my 3-year-old daughter. Each year will bring its own storm. They may not all be treacherous or painful, but they will have waves that we will need to navigate.
I really like the wave analogy because this entire year of grief has been like those waves. Some have knocked me down, drug me under, and made me fear I would not surface again. Others have been gentler, causing me to rise and fall ever so slightly when the arrive. The wave I dread is the Tsunamiโฆthe one that catches me off guard as it silently rises just out of sight until it builds up enough force to wash me away. Surviving this wave is the reason I place my anchor in Christ. He will hold me fast when I cannot hold myself. โMy Hope is Built on Nothing Lessโฆโ
Tonight, the sea is calm, my heart is at peace, and my grief is held at bay. Millie is not lost forever! She is simply behind the thin veil that separates her perfect world from our stormy one. She is living a peaceful forever, while I am living an everchanging and often chaotic now. Someday the veil will separate and Jesus will call his people to himselfโฆ Are you one of his people?
Blessings sweet friendsโฆ
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโใ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
I still believe in Millieโs Miracle
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ Hebrews 11:1 ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๏ธตโฟ๏ธตโฟเญจโเญงโฟ๏ธตโฟ๏ธต
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