I feel it in the pit of my stomach.
It's time for them to go home. Back to North Carolina.
I have known all week the time had to come.
Elijah's God parents had stayed for a month earlier in the Spring;
to see the girls dance performances and participate in all the
graduation activities for Elijah.
It was a glorious time.
Then they went home.
They had to come back.
This time for grief and heartache.
And to celebrate Elijah's life.
They have stayed almost 2 weeks.
I do not want them to leave.
But it is time for them to go.
It is another Good Bye.
I am not sure I am ready.
But are we really ready for anything?
Isn't it a daily surrendering to God?
Isn't it moment by moment living?
There is great hope.
There is a deep, quiet joy that
transcends earthly understanding.
As my heart cries and longs for things to be different.
I turn to Jesus.
I choose to lean into the struggle.
I will rest in His unwavering grace.
Thank you Donna and Harold for all your support;
for holding my hand when grief overcomes.
For guarding the door like a mother bear so I could rest.
And most of all, for loving Elijah.
Please continue to pray for us as the emptiness threatens to crowd in.
As my feet struggle to stay on solid ground.
And as my heart clings to what it knows.