This was not my plan.
I did not think
this
was how it was going to end.
I thought
I would be spending the last 4 days
offering words of encouragement to you,
with a big send-off
in celebration
of the completion
of the 31-Day-Commitment
we made with each other.
But that did not happen.
Somebody needed me.
And I needed to be there.
I did not think
this
was how it was going to end.
This was not my plan.
I thought we'd have so much more time.
So did his mother,
his father,
his sisters,
his friends,
and everyone else who loved him.
He was only 13.
There is a gaping wound
in our hearts.
It's true what they say about grief.
It does
come
in waves.
And now we navigate it.
We navigate life without him.
May we all remember:
Our thoughts,
words,
and actions
matter.
And we
will
never know
when they
will
be
our last.
On Day 25, I was sorting socks.
On Day 27, we were "hittin' the beach."
Because I did not know what would happen on Day 28.
I could never have known.
No one did.
But God -
"Then Jesus,
calling out
with a
loud voice,
said,
'Father,
into
your hands
I commit
my spirit!'
And
having
said this,
he
breathed
his
last."
(Luke 23:46)
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