𝗦𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻
It’s such a blessing and a curse.
The hard truth is when I look at a picture of my children, I instantly see the one that is missing. It is my broken heart that sometimes has the 20/20 vision, while my regular eyesight takes a backseat. I see the unseen. I see the empty space above MacKenna’s shoulder where Theodore should be leaning over, with his 2.5 year-old chubby arms tangled inside her hair. I see Theodore’s blonde curls that have finally grown-in and made their way over his big toddler ears; I see his untucked matching plaid shirt with the one navy blue suspender strap hanging off. MacKenna should have a brother sitting on her lap 𝘢𝘯𝘥 squeezing around her neck. Grief is “special” like that; it gives humankind the blessing and curse of seeing the unseen.
…Because while I sit quietly this morning with my coffee in-hand, processing another hectic Easter holiday that has come and gone, I also “𝘴𝘦𝘦” the distraught expression on Jesus’ face when he learned of his daunting assignment to save all of humanity. I see the tears rolling down Jesus’ scruffy cheek the night before His brutal crucifixion; He, too, understood fear, anxiety, and all things ‘unfair’. Through the most painful death, came the greatest gift of eternity, and because of that, I see the unseen. I see my Theodore with a whole heart, running; running 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵between both of his Papas who tickle and kiss him every few minutes, until it’s finally my turn again… #TheGiftOfEternity
… join me by #FallingRightSideUp
when life gets turned upside down
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You are such an inspiration, not only for those who have experienced a child’s death, but also to those of us who read your tender words of grief mixed with an abundance of faith, love and encouragement.
I have no idea what you and others are going through; yet you give us such insight to develop empathy and hope for the future.
God abundantly bless you for all you’re doing to bring healing and comfort to yourself, your family, and others.