That’s what I woke up thinking this morning–
As the alarm-buzz jolted me to reality.
Those first years after she died, this day was so heavy,
Such a looming blanket of darkness…
That seemed to smother joy.
And I’m thinking of two in particular, as I write–
Who will face this Christmas in that new pain,
That fresh sting…
An empty hole where fullness once filled
A mama’s heart.
Yesterday was a strange day.
We awoke to both cars rifled through.
Nothing of value taken, but–
A Matthew 6 reminder…
Where thieves break in and steal.
A reminder from Him of forever.
And the assurance of eternal safety-security-protection…
Where treasures are stored up in Heaven.
And our treasured Selah is already there–
And on this day, that would’ve been her fourth birthday…
I thank Him for the time to
Pause and Value–
As her name suggests…
~ Selah ~
I thank Him for the little gifts that remind–
Her song played yesterday in church.
The sweet messages from friends and family…
Careful, tender fingerprints,
Of His love.
And I thank Him for the promise of Heaven…
That Selah’s life
Help me live holding tightly to the light of forever–
The hope of Heaven.
Because today she is four.
Not would’ve, but,
With Him, in Heaven,
Where every tear is wiped away and death shall be no more.
We will remember…
Selah’s life. The gift she was.
And her ongoing life,
We will thank Him for Heaven.
For a joy that can’t be stolen.
For the tear-stained river
That leads to a pool of
And we’ll remember Selah Noelle.
Selah– to pause and value
The birth of Christ,
In this pause before Forever.