Not only was it a full day, but close to three hours of it was spent in a visitation line. I knew his mom and had met others in his family a few times. None the less, I knew I needed to be there.
I hugged my son closely as we walked through the line. My daughter slept in a pew at the back of the chapel.
As we got into the 'final stretch' before greeting the family, a song from this morning's worship played over and over again in my head:
whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul. I hugged his sister, his father, his wife and his mother, but it was the card that touched me most.Hand-colored by a four year old girl:
"I [heart] you. I [heart] you. I [heart] you. I miss you."
She had written it that morning, and her mother had tucked it beside her fathers head to be sure it got to him in heaven.
May "peace like a river" to "attendeth [their] way", and God surround them in the midst of this....
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