The wonder of God speaking to me after the death of my daughter. The peace of His removing the Burning Question of “WHY?” The peace to know that He has welcomed her home and the Assurance that I will hold her again. The sun on my skin. The birdsong in the morning. The breeze that blows the flag in the cemetary where I sit and talk to my daughter. The comfort that brings. I have started my own Gratitude Journal and though I am only beginning, I know there is not enough paper in the world to write it all down….
By: Jacqui Stephens