Ladies. Momma must be proud of her ladies. Here we are, hearts so full of love and gentleness. When sorrow reaches the deepest part of your soul, there becomes a slowness, a patience, a love in full bloom. A heart full of ache and yet overflowing with love that bubbles, pops and re-bubbles.
The day was hot. We went to visit a place our dearly departed boy loved. He had plans. Plans to marry under the apple branches. On the lush greenness of the areas within the ditch water running full speed. The trees so representative of how deep he wanted his love for Christ to be. Where the roots grow deep to support a large harvest of apples as they search for the water. Strong like the trees as they withstand the heavy snow load in an season of abundant winter weather. Strong to face the heavy winds as they sweep down the Kidder Creek valley. Although it seems as though he missed the mark, there is a knowing of his wholeness and his painless existence in the presence of our Lord Almighty.
So we are left with memories and a hope for future eternity. Hope. Yes. More a knowing that eternity will be a setting of lush hillsides, trees, year round creeks and our ability to enjoy it every moment. Meanwhile, we desire to spend as much family time, together, as we can to drink in the fullness of our healing for our sorrow. I love you, ladies. Momma. Sisters of my mine!
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