- I know she would not want me to wallow. She was the epitome of strength and perseverance and I am determined to follow her example. I will forever miss her physical presence, but the pain will eventually be replaced with the joy of knowing she's watching over me, that I can still talk to her, and she is at peace with our loving Savior.
- So now it's time to pull up my big girl panties and get back to doing what made her proud - my writing. I not only have the Holy Spirit guiding my fingers on the keyboard, my mom is there as well. Praise God!
Psalm 30:5 – Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
Have a Blessed Day!