She would have been 9 today. I miss her smile, I miss her laugh. I just miss her. We all do. What is God's plan in all of this? Why did she have to be born with Cystic Fibrosis. Why did she have to live with pain everyday. Why did she have to die. Lots of Why's - all unanswered. In the midst of my sorrow, my pain, and my questions - I can begin to find peace. I can find peace in the arms of a God who loves us - more than we can imagine, a God who lets us rest in him even with our questions unanswered, a God who holds Kyla safely in his arms, a God who was, who is, and who is to come, the beginning and the end. He is a God who is enough.
I am learning to spend less time trying to fix things or figure things out, and more time just sitting at his feet. Have you ever noticed it is sometimes hard to be still. Often it is easier to fill our already busy days with more activity. On this special day, I take time to be still. I take time to remember Kyla, the precious one she was. I take time to hope in the fact that I will see her again. She is resting in the arms of her Savior - and I'm here sitting at his feet. I can't wait until we are all in his arms with her. It's gonna be awesome!