Her hair was held back in a ponytail, tied with a yellow bow—his favorite color.
Her eyes, red from sorrow.
I bent down to be face to face with her.
“I’m so sorry about your daddy,” I said.
She threw her little arms around me and we cried. Her daddy’s casket in the background, blurred through tears.
There are some things that can’t be described with words—some things can only be felt.
Death has a way of forcing a pause, stopping us in our tracks.
Taking us by the shoulders and shaking us—a somber reminder of the brevity of life.
Yesterday, my merry routine was interrupted by a grieving heart, emphasizing what’s truly important.
*Share with one another and share often.
*Don’t get caught up in the daily grind.
*Don’t hold a grudge.
*Base your life on who, what, and how much you love.
*Do what God calls you to do before it’s too late.
*Nothing can separate us from love. Not even death.
“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39
“See you on the flip side. Goodbyes are for people you don’t like.”