(Juliette’s grave)
Nothing – nothing – causes me to cling to the Cross like the grave.
It’s all too tangible now.
More than ever before,
I need Jesus Christ to return and to make all things right.
(Bear with me for the next week or so. It’s just that I have a lot of thoughts about things… and I think I’ll share some of them here.)
2 Comments to "The Grave and the Cross"
So tiny. Yet the loss so enormous. I’m clinging with you, as a Christian and as a mom.
Just as you had pictured for me—the perfect little “Lane” cedar box. It is perfect for her, just perfect.
In times like these, Psalm 88 describes the grief of my spirit to the tee. Maybe it does yours?
And then there is Psalm 89. It is so encouraging! Sorrow then Joy!