13 years ago we had to say goodbye to a piece of our heart and soul. Even though I had a peace about her returning to her Father’s arms, there was still a part of me that felt like she had been ripped from our arms. I wondered how we would ever be ok. How we would face each day with the crushing weight of having watched our youngest, beautiful daughter be laid deep in the ground.
Tracing back over the time that has passed since her death it is clear that even when I have lost myself in indescribable grief, I have always been held by the One I can never lose.
When I have thought I cannot go on He gives me incredibly meaningful reasons to keep showing up.
When I have thought the pain is too intense, He has given me important distractions to take my eyes off of my own pain.
This day will always hold some painful memories remembering the events of losing our girl, but it will also hold the hope of our reunion with her someday, and the remembrance of how God has carried us each and every step of the way.
Choosing Hope 
In this life there is grieving but there is comfort in knowing you will see your precious little girl again
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Yes! Amen!
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