The day we wish was not about this. This day that reminds us of loss, heartache and tears. Yet a day that also commemorates more.
Still living that story we never wanted written, a tragic story to be sure, yet one also of grace, strength, and even surprise joy.
Ron and our beloved daughter-in-law, Jordan’s wife Cady, have both written poignant and powerful blogs in the last two weeks, about this year of grieving and growing. I’m linking their stories below because they capture my own heart and emotions as well.
I was texting with Cady the other night…
“…we so wanted a different story didn’t we? But at least the end of this story is still more glorious than the one we’ve yet known, because the end we know is not really the end, but just the beginning.”
Though the ache persists and is painful, I’m comforted knowing Jordan lives, alive and well, no longer by faith but by sight. A sight to behold and one that will never fade.
This is our hope and confidence every day. Days that still include a gaping hole, but a hole that reminds us of our one and only Jordan who holds a place that distance will never erase. Distance that is actually less today than it was a year ago, because we’re now closer to seeing him again. And thankfully, closer to the One who sees it all.
All is well. It is well with my soul.