Eight months...

Tomorrow will be eight months. A hammering reminder that life. goes. on.  Thankful more than you know, that it goes on in Christ. That it goes on in covered prayers, in the company of great friends and family who remember, send notes of encouragement and hugs. Even as her mother, there are days and moments she has to walk through that I don't know about, or that I know about afterwards and it makes me feel at a loss but for the peace of knowing He lives in and around her and is never unaware. And maybe He wants it that way. Moments unspoiled by human attempts to console or strengthen and an empty void only He can and should ever fill. What beautiful HOPE He is. Thank you for extending His mercies through your continued expressions not just to me, but especially to John and Shawna as they continue to mourn their loss.

He's alive. They're alive. For the Glory of God...