Asa took a ride with Daddy down his sister's slide for the first time. It's so strange to me that she's really gone, that we really built a playground... and that she really has a little brother. The past two years have been a fog.
We walked (my first walk since cracking my knees!) up to my Uncle and Nana's grave where we found more tulips pushing up through the broken ground. Everywhere we looked, spring was there... new life.
Last fall, I threw hard round colorless bulbs into the ground. They endured the cold, barren winter and are finally pushing their way from the broken earth, thru the dirt - and will eventually bloom beautifully. I showed the kids all the new life around us and just kept saying "He makes everything new" and as I did, the truth of that lifted my soul because I know my little girl, just like those flowers, didn't stay below that dirt. I know her brokenness, my brokenness, has and will continue to push through the dirt and bloom.
He makes all things new... that verse is buried with her - and it's hidden in my heart. She had an amazing purpose on this earth and I'm never going to stop sharing it. Sometimes it's so profound, I can't even put it into words. I went home and saw this on my calendar (Remember the last time this happened? I swear this calendar was created for me by God himself!!)
It says "God created each flower with wonderful precision and every life with a beautiful purpose"
And in the background? A bleeding heart. ♥