all snuggled up in a blanket while we watched a meteor shower and Avery kicked in Audra's womb.
(a highlight of a heartbreaking trip).
but a trip back to the little hill where Melody was buried to bury her little brother named Avery.
The world seemed too calm. Maddeningly calm. Didn't they know Avery had died?
The world was colored in summer's brightest greens, but the little boy so full of joy was missing from our world.
wooden box with the boy I'd loved more than life and prayed over for many days.
but Jesus has taken all the saddest things in the world upon His shoulders and born them for us.
He will not leave us in the term of mourning, but will bring us into the season of rejoicing.
Our hearts will know limitless and forever joy.
Not only will we be reunited with the ones we love, but we will also know in full what we only know in part now.
The Now and the Not Yet. This is the Now, and it stings and aches and hurts more than I'd ever imagined.
We could not have written them better than He has for us. We could not even dream of it.
and the hill across the street where I said my last goodbye.