A PIVOTAL MOMENT.
I had FELT your warm thoughts.
READ all your messages.
SEEN the quiet miracles.
RECOGNIZED unseen hands were holding me up.
And I knew it was your prayers.
Last week was an emotional roller coaster that should have shut me down.
But it didn’t.
I was lifted just enough to feel, yet still handle all the preparations.
But in this pivotal moment I knew it couldn’t last forever.
I turned and walked down the cemetery hill.
“Bye Dad,” I whispered.
Then I felt it.
The tender mercies and miraculous lift from your prayers that had carried me through the darkest week of my life softly and quietly disappeared.
I knew it was time to move forward on my own.
The empty pain reached deep in my heart with such a ferocity, it took my breath away.
LESSONS were learned.
GRATITUDE expressed.
And oh so much LOVE felt.
THANK YOU seems so inadequate.
You are all a blessing in my life.
My testimony strengthened because of your kind and prayerful efforts.
I’ll never forget God’s message.
A holy teaching that quietly took place on a beautiful snowy hill . . .
IN A PIVOTAL MOMENT