The same thing happens at odd and unexplainable times on any given day. I will finish a conversation about learning; I will pick up my phone to check a text message, or I can just walk into any room in any building and all at once the reality that Taylor is gone hits me again and panic ensues.
I am lost.
This isn't my path.
This isn't my life.
Then, I realize it is, and I hold my breathe until I can come home.
Psalm 56:8 "You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book."
Thankful that when I finally utter the words, "I miss her" there's a God who listens and already knows.
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