The other night I was holding her and she got so sleepy. She fell asleep into my bosom of life (I should trademark that term). I was breathing her in and I heard a voice say, "Rachie, this is your hug from ME. Soak it in."
OK, maybe I didn't hear a voice, but man, she's sweet. And I figured it out the other day - she feels like a big hug from God. My God.
We were looking together, Pheebs and I this morning, out at the place where one of our trees had been cut down two years ago when I was recovering from my near-death ectopic experience. The guy arrived the day after I lost my tube and my baby, and I hobbled out there to tell him what we wanted him to do with the stump.
It was October, and I hated that stump. I hated the dreary weather. I hated being awake.
Today, I looked out at that exact place. I looked where Phoebe was looking, at the glowing leaves on the trees, and then her attention shifted to that old stump spot.
There isn't a stump there any more.
There's grass, and it's greener than anything around it.
That's my God.
6 comments:
:)
ps nice bloody eye balls :)
Amen!!!
so precious, she truly is a gift.
He is amazing, isn't He!! ;)
She is amazing, you are amazing and our God is definitely amazing:) Love you.
Love and Hugs, Laurie
PS. He always hugs us too, in so many different ways.
Another :)
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