I drove past a country cemetery just about sunset. It was meticulously cared for. Each headstone stood so straight and perfect. It seemed to be a place that radiated a hushed peace. A beautiful serene garden of rest. I saw a sweet woman bent low over a stone trying to get the perfect picture of the only connection to her loved one that remains. It hit hard with a heaviness in my chest. That final resting place now represents every hope, dream and disappointment she carried.
Years ago I could have passed by without notice. I even wondered why my grandma would pose me beside my daddy’s headstone and take a picture each time we went to the cemetery.
Now I know...
My eyes have been opened...
No longer blinded by rose colored glasses...
Now I am that mom who decorates a grave. The mom who takes the pictures. The mom who goes to the cemetery to be closer, yet feels a lifetime away. Burying Millie changed me and my perspective of many things.
As I continued my drive the song “Even If” from Mercy Me started. The lump got bigger as I sang along,
“I know You're able and I know You can
Save through the fire with Your mighty hand
But even if You don't
My hope is You alone”
So many times my heart cried “I know you can”. As much as my physical body wants my girl with me, I know he did save her from the fiery trials of cancer. The healing he gave was a relief to her tired body yet a great disappointment to our aching hearts.
Like the lady in the cemetery, what I have left of Millie’s life is a lump in my chest, a peaceful place to remember, and the hope of heaven to be together again.
𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙝 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙.
Blessings sweet friends…
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★
I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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