To Bring Honor

I Corinthians 10:31

So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, 

do it all for the glory of God.

Today I placed a flag to honor you at your grave.

There was evidence that others had been there. 

Others missing you, remembering, 

Being at the Harvest Market flooded my heart with memories.
The Parade bittersweet.

The rhythm of the cadence, the work of your hands.

The quad. . .your love. 

I thought I saw you a few times. 

It was strange.

My heart fluttered. 

Missing you is so hard. 

We head to the grave. I feel peace. 

I place the flag.

I want to honor your desire to serve our country.

I come home and there are flowers from a friend. 

She had been thinking about us.

Another beautiful demonstration of the hands and feet of Jesus. 

Of knowing our needs.

I miss you Elijah.

This is really, really hard. 

And I am really trying to live as best I can. 

I can not do this on my own. 

My heart hurts.

And as another Saturday turns in to Sunday morning. . .the morning my world was shaken,

I will open my hands to surrender.

I keep coming back to knowing that there is no other source for my strength.

Psalm 18:2

The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
    my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
    my shield and the horn 

of my salvation, my stronghold.