I always seem to dread this day. August 20th...the day my child came into this world and the day she left it. I believe I said this before…Time does not heal all wounds, but if does make living with your wounds easier. I often sit and ponder how Zora would be now. Would she be extremely active running around with her many cousins and play cousins? Would she long thick black hair like her moms by now? Would she have an imaginary friend and have little cute tea parties (only inviting her stuffed animals)? Who would she have been? I am sure those thoughts will never go away. With these memories come pain and sorrow, but also with these memories come a sense of joy. Joy of knowing I have one magnificent angel watching over me…that is the joy I remind myself of this day. I am trusting GOD for the bigger plan. What I know for sure is that pains opens the door to healing and from healing restoration always follow...........................................
To be continued one last time….............#trustingGOD#helpinghealhearts…
To be continued one last time….............#trustingGOD#helpinghealhearts…