Last night while Macy and I were praying before she went to bed, Macy prayed for Mama.
“Jesus. Please don’t let Mama be sick anymore. Amen.”
She was copying (in her own way) a prayer that we had been praying aloud before bedtime since she could remember.
I had to catch my breath for a second. And thank God that He was reminding me that my mom was no longer sick. No longer suffering.
This, of course, doesn’t make me miss her any less.
I hate blanket thank yous, but I feel that this is a time where one may be excused. It has been difficult for me to respond to all of the sympathy cards my dad and I have received, the multiple emails and Facebook messages, along with the loving phone calls and text messages. But I am thankful for all of them. I very much appreciate all of the people – around the world – that are thinking of me and praying for us during this difficult time.