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