Yesterday marked the third year of my mom’s new home in heaven. I approached the day with trepidation but made it through with grace.
This morning however, not so much. The thought of her not being here struck my heart with stinging pain that brought tears to my eyes. It still hurts, that hurt brought back memories of losing my dad and standing in court telling the judge how I felt about the man that took his life. I wonder how my heart will feel on October 24th, the day heaven became his home.
This I do know—the pain decreases but it doesn’t go away.
Lord, this day started with praising You in songs, then drifted into thoughts of losing my parents. I’m still in the beginning stages of my day and I place the remainder of it in Your hands to bring forth Your will for how it ends. May I walk into it with joy.
~Vanessa~
