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7 days left

4.14.15

Caleb 7 days left1

When Lydia saw the paper link chain that I had made with Caleb and put up on the frig, she said:

I remember when we did a paper chain to countdown to Disney World. That paper chain was happier.

It was.

There are 10 people who are about to go through a big transition here next week, and it’s actually already started. The goodbyes have already begun as we go start our last times for everything. There’s sort of a pervasive lump in my throat, and I feel like the bright and cheery polka dots on our countdown paper chain are mocking me.

I know that paper chain is going to get shorter and shorter until all that is left is a patriotic picture of China that Caleb is excited to take home with him and a lot of tears.

Lydia note to Caleb

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A letter to my grieving friend

4.9.15

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Dear friend,
We know what today is. Your baby would have celebrated her first birthday today. We can’t know how you feel today and for the last month leading up to today since the Lord took her home. We can’t know how you will feel moving forward from today and everyday after. We can’t relate on that level. Our vain attempts to imagine being your position fall so obviously short. Even still, though we do not know the loss you know, we know the God you know.

He is present, never distant.
He is active, never still.
His vision is way bigger than the small glimpses we are able to see.
He is the only author of peace.
He loves you.
He loves your marriage.
He loves your family.
You are His.
He is good–but not only good–He is good in you, for you, and to you.

In those times when you may find yourselves looking at each other and unable to even speak, unable to put words to your hearts, may the Holy Spirit who is in you preach those truths and others to you. May they take solid root in your hearts, and may they fill you even in the depths of your being that seem unfillable.

We are trusting in the God we know to provide healing to all of you in a way that only He can. It may look very different that you may expect or even want right now, but we trust that He will build you up in time as you press on and that in so doing, you will see Him in ways others never will.

We have not forgotten your sweet daughter on her birthday today. We have not forgotten you. But, more importantly, He has not forgotten you and will not for a single moment. We pray that the impact of Avery’s life would go on and on and that you’d experience those blessings personally and see glimpses of ongoing blessings of her life to others all of your days.

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