So today is Palm Sunday. Ironically this day usually comes closer to the 9th or 10th, but this year it falls on a very special day. Our Palm Sunday Service at church consists of a short sermon on what baptism is and why we do it and then dozens of people get baptised. It's always an amazing day and today was no exception. With each person who went under the water, we were reminded of Christ's death and resurrection... and what my heart longs to be reminded of every day since Rachel died... Jesus overcame the grave. His and Rachel's. That is a reason to rejoice!
I wasn't sad today for the reasons I thought I would be. I thought about Rachel just as much as I always do; constantly. But the reason my heart was heavier today was because there are so many people I love who don't believe in Jesus....and I can't do anything about it no matter how much I want to. What do you do when you lose people you love and on top of it you don't know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they are in heaven? That's the only thing that brings me comfort with Rachel... And so today more than grieving Rachel, I'm grieving what I want for my other loved ones and the fact that I can't give it to them.
At the end of church we finished up the last fundraiser for Rachel's Playground. We still have a bunch of people who haven't returned their money and even still, we are now $175 over our goal! This is great news because this week, we found out that we need to put in a french drain which wasn't factored in and that will help with that. I am hoping that that if there are enough donations, the memorial sign will be able to be included. I had originally planned on paying for it myself and so didn't include it in the total, but if it can be considered part of the project, that would be better since we are... well, broke. I was trying to find a cooler way to say that, but it is what it is and I'm okay with that. It's a small sacrifice to be with my kids. I'd give the rest of what we have to be with Rachel. We are poor where money is concerned, but rich in Christ. And I know He'll provide Rachel's sign. He hasn't failed me yet.
We decided today would be a perfect day to bring Rachel her new garden bench that Donna got for us. I got it personalized with most of what will be on her actual headstone and when that comes in, we'll be able to move the bench here to our garden so that we have a special spot for Rachel here too. It is absolutely beautiful. We went to Rachel's grave and removed the other stuff that shouldn't be there anymore. I have mixed feelings about moving forward in this... to some degree it has been really good for me to have to care for her grave so much. I want to nurture her so bad. And there is a part of me that as much as it hurt, when I look at the pictures from our first trip or two to the cemetery, I miss that she seemed closer then. And God did too. With each new step I take in this direction, both of them feel further away...
And still I somehow find the strength to take each step and make the most of it. God is not as far away as He seems, He is always right there giving me what I need to continue to heal. However long that may take.
|I tucked the flowers underneath and put the solar light next to it|
The grass is finally getting green!
|I just had to at least leave the pinwheel... Isn't Des pretty? |
I bet Rachel would have looked like her.
|See the little bow on the ground? That's my palm that I got at church today.|
The kids wanted to tie it in a bow and leave it for their sister.
I miss you pretty girl....Keep dancing in His love.