Six months.
Six months since I held his hand and stroked his hair and kissed his face.
Six months since I lay across his chest, longing to hear his heart beat one more time.
Six months since I whispered “Goodnight, my love. I’ll see you in the Son-shine” in his ear.
Six long months since I walked out of that room for the last time.
Six months since my whole world crumbled.
Also…
Six months that God Himself has been a husband to me.
Six months that He has been a Father to my children.
Six months that He has carried us, sustained us, comforted and held us in our grief.
Six months of needs met, fears assuaged, and love lavished.
Six months of unexpected treasures found in the midst of sorrow.
Six months of being held together by the Creator of the world.
We’re going to make it, friend. How do I know? Because Emmanuel is God with us.
When you feel you can’t walk this path for one more step, fall into His arms and let Him carry you.
He’s willing.
He wants to.
He’s waiting.
For as long as it takes
April 12, 1022