We were too young for something like this. Only 22 years old, and we had buried our own child.
Find comfort in God's presence and victory over death and sin.
Every time I feel the salt of tears against my cheeks—whether my own, or someone else’s, I am reminded of the words of Isaiah: “I will rejoice over Jerusalem and take delight in my people; the sound of weeping and of crying will be heard in it no more.”
Nothing can separate us from the love of God. Not cancer, not death, not doubts...
A promise to care for the living.