In Christ's love,
I am humbled by the amount of love God continues to pour over and around my boys and me. I don't know Denise, the author of this prayer quoted above. She found me on Facebook. She met Taylor in Branson years ago while Taylor was there with Ami and Gillian. I am amazed and "convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the lave of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 8:38-39)
I have been floating on love for over seventy days now. It surrounds me at work, in text messages, over phone calls, and from the visits of lifelong friends. I can honestly say I have seen love every single day since the day our girl was killed.
Nevertheless, to be honest, I am fairly angry. Monday night's post might have indicated that to some degree. Anger always pushed Taylor to break glass ceilings and accomplish the feats set before her. She and her mama don't like to be told "we can't". So I'm using that anger to find purpose in a career that has always been a mission field and to serve the hearts that have served me so well.
I don't think it is a coincidence that a child's heart uttered that prayer. I don't think that's a coincidence at all.
That Taylor girl. What a light...