His hands gently hold the small frail treasure he has found and runs towards me with his eyes full of concern wanting me to "find the babies mama." I can't, I look but his mom is no where to be found. Was this baby too young to fly from her nest? Is her mom like me wondering why she had to leave 'so soon.'
There is a certain order to nature and living without your child is not supposed to be part of it.....
There is no order.
The pain that sweep across your heart in a matter of minutes is breathtaking. I feel at times that I push back as much pain as I can and then when the least little thing happens that reminds me of the hurt of losing William I cry out to the Lord that this cross is too heavy.
Too heavy to carry around all day and night.
Too heavy and I see no sign that it will ever get easier to carry except for my friends who like Cooper pick me up and whisper that they're here. Help me find shelter from the cruelty of death.
Friends that gently support and encourage and help carry me to the next day.
Friends that are more like family.....
Friends that provide a shelter for your bruised heart....
Friends that cover you with their hands and prayers.
Although Cooper couldn't change the out come for his little bird
He was there until she found shelter and felt safe.
Although my friends can't change what happened
they can walk this road with me until I feel
like I'm strong enough to take flight
and not feel like I have a broken wing.
Thank you Lord for friends...