When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they will not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched,
Nor will the flame burn you.For I am the Lord your God. Isa. 43:2–3
I love that verse. Unfortunately, it takes me back to early last winter when I wrote it on some large note cards and taped them up to the wall in my dad's transplant room in San Antonio (sigh). This season of grief is hard. So many thoughts, memories, emotions flooding me daily. Longing for just one more hug from my dad, one more phone call just to check in, one more laugh......I miss those things so much. I just want more. Pregnancy isn't helping. The rush of hormones that has taken over makes crying that much easier. This is only a season. Seasons change. They don't last. Even our favorite seasons. There is a season for everything under heaven. We hang on tight to our favorite ones, wishing they wouldn't go, and we cry out in desperation for the uncomfortable seasons to pass. They will.
I am loving this season of Eli walking, talking more, trying so hard to communicate verbally. It's precious and exhausting. But such a blessing. I have such a wonderful family and it's amazing for me to think that we will be together for eternity. I will have more! I will hug my dad again, I will hear him laugh...thank you Jesus for hope that does not disappoint!
