When I was a little girl after saying my prayers
I would lay awake at night
trying so hard to remember exactly what Christ's face looked like.
All the pictures I ever saw never looked quite right to me
I used to get so frustrated when I saw pictures that looked nothing like him.
I still lay awake some nights
trying to imagine that ever so familiar face
Some nights I get it just right,
and other nights his face seems blurred and distant
but even on those nights when I cant quite picture his face....
The loving warmth of his arms always remind me that he is never far.
Those arms have held me many times
and helped me find my way
They lifted me up in times of sorrow
and they've blessed me at times when I least deserved those blessings
when I left home for the first time
when Great Grandma passed
when sweet Baby Mischa was born
when I failed my 1st ever college exam
when I ACED my 6th :)
when I hear my Mom's voice on the phone
when I play golf almost everyday
when I get goosebumps
when my Grandma sends me emails full of love and tears
when simple texts brighten my entire day
when Tyler's little 2 yr. old voice gets on the phone to tell me he "wuvs me"
and when my pleading, crazy, and never ending prayers are answered.
Throughout my entire life he has never ceased to show his love
and I truly feel of that love each and everyday.
I know he atoned for our sins
that he did so out of his ever so perfect love for you
and for me.
I know he died so that someday
we can all be together again
that someday I will get to kiss my sweet great grandparents cheeks once again
and that I will be with my entire family FOREVER
I love him with all my heart
and I also know
that He Lives.
Happy Easter!
