“Morning by morning” – even mourning by mourning – “new mercies I see.”
A rose from the neighbor’s yard that has found its way through the opening in the picket fence in your yard to greet you as you sit alone in the early morning on the pillowed porch rocker where the two of you once sat snuggled together.
And you notice.
A heart-shaped rock, smoothed by the relentless ebb and flow of the sea, lying there among the many other less distinguishable stones, as you walk alone where you once had gone hand-in-hand.
And you put it in your pocket.
They are there, these reminders.
God give me eyes to see.
God moments! May God continue to show you His love and faithfulness to walk with you (and carry you) on this journey….
Thank you for being so open and vulnerable and saying what many of us feel but can’t put into words as well as you do. So sorry for your loss and pain.