yesterday
my name was written in suffering font
yesterday
i chose myself over Him
yesterday
sorrow was my shadow
yesterday
grief clung like the last leaf of fall
today
i want to stay here in His presence
here in His grace
with Him always
today
His grace is reaching out for me
today
my home is no longer here
today
His blood pours out to cover it all
Lulu's Grace 
Cami..this is more timely than you know..thank you for sharing it. Truly His grace IS reaching out for us..I pray no matter how far away it may SEEM..I keep stretching until I feel his strong grip pull me to Himself..into His presence..Bless you sweet sister..
Beautiful!!!! Thank you for sharing Cami. He continues to give me strength and guidance until the day comes that I to can see Him face to face. Thank you for all your support. Love you Cami!!!
The resurrection makes all the difference. Our grief has changed us, but it WILL NOT define us! Love you Cami!
Easter for me wasn’t rosey and joyous, as we all expect. But a little thing made me smile and play. A little neighbor boy played in his yard, pulling a plastic sword from his plastic sheath at his side. The sword was a bubble wand and the sheath, the bubble liquid. He pulled long oval bubbles into the air behind him, as he ran. I smiled, chuckled even. Then, I brought out my own little bottle of the grandchildren’s bubbles and I blew through the wand and waved it filling my own yard and my heart with happy bubbles. I thought, of course, of Lulu and happily imagined flying away to her someday.
Even so, Lord Jesus, come quickly.