Through this little boy’s eyes I get to see my friend. One I can no longer call, or text, or see face to face. Not another day in my lifetime will I receive one of her amazing hugs, or feel her squeeze my hand to say so much but nothing at all, or laugh until my belly hurts because of her joy-ridden silliness. But… I get to see a glimpse of her, experience a part of her, love on her, and feel blessed by her through this little one : her son. I am so thankful for her legacy of faith, strength, perseverance, her determination (along with her amazing husband’s) to live the remainder of her earthly life without bowing to fear. It is in part to this faithfulness that this lovely boy exists today.
xoxo my sweet friend.
Thank you, Marla. Your words mean so very much to me.
The last time I saw Christina was near my house in the Rock Creek neighborhood as we sat and had coffee together with my husband. it was before she got married… maybe 4 or 5 months before. My illness was no where near hers and I am treated successfully so far. We looked into each others eyes and I cried and said it was so hard to go through. but really what made me cry is that I didn’t face what she was facing and her countenance was so much better than mine. SHE comforted me and tried to give me courage to continue in faith with God. I couldn’t encourage her because she had accepted her life as God had given it to her. she loved fully and completely and poured it into my soul. I wanted to pour it right back into her. I will never forget Christina and I will always want to be like her in my faith.