This morning I got on Facebook and the first thing I saw was a post from one of my friends that simply said "Amazing grace how sweet the sound". I found this ironic after the "You are my sunshine" story from Friday. It crossed my mind that this was you again confirming you were there watching us the whole time, and still are- but I told myself not to be that person that reads into every little thing. I mean, the "You are my sunshine" was too weird to not be you but "Amazing grace" is a pretty popular spiritual song and my friend is a Christian, so I sort of dismissed it- not all the way- but mostly. We then went to church. I should mention that this morning would traditionally be a morning that Andrew would influence us not to go- he worked all night last night and only had 2 hours of sleep before he had to be up and ready. Normally this would result in us skipping morning worship because he couldn't get up and be awake enough to go- but not this morning- to my pleasant surprise he jumped up, showered and was ready before me, so off we went. We got the kids settled into their Sunday school rooms and were walking in as the church sang the first song. I set my purse on the pew, took a sip of my water and I am hearing the song leader talking about how this is her favorite song and she is so excited for us to sing it this morning because it has so much meaning to us as Christians, because "we all know truly, Lord, How Great Thou Art" I gasped audibly and literally broke down with my head in my hands. I get it....you see us....you know everything we did and everything we are doing. I am shaking as I am typing this because I still can't believe it! I couldn't sing, and I am sorry for that. At your funeral I remember Mom turning around and gesutring for me to sing out and I am glad she did- it helped me share my gift with everyone there and will always be one of the most special memories about that experience- that and singing Amazing Grace at the cemetary. So I get it..I really do, but please don't stop- it keeps me going and eases my broken heart just a little, and I will try to sing for you next time. I love you, thank you for those gifts for us.
Victoria
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