A few weeks ago, Matt and I made a trek down to the farm to spend a week with our people there. It was a good, healing time…the weather was warm (at least warmer than Belleville) and a few trees were beginning to show off their Spring finery.
While we were there I took a few more pics of our Senior. He has changed so much since the first round of senior pics we shot last summer.
This one is my favorite…my sweet Mama graciously gifted Daddy’s truck to Matthew for graduation. Its sweet to see my son, who had such a bond with my Daddy, driving around in that white pickup.
So much sweet sorrow captured in one photograph.
The raw wound that Daddy’s sudden death left in my heart is starting to heal a bit. Every few days the wound gets bumped and I’m moved to tears again, but I’m slowly finding my way back into a pattern of more good days than bad. Writing helps in the process, and someday these posts won’t feel so heavy. I’m thankful for the grace that I’m given from friends and family to work this all out at what seems like a snail’s pace, and especially thankful for the amount of time I’ve been able to spend at the farm. Life without Daddy is much more difficult to get used to than I ever could have imagined. But God is gracious to me and his presence is felt, when I allow it to be. He’s even gracious in forgiving me when I choose to ignore his comfort, wallowing in my sadness and self-pity. He truly restores my soul.
He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,
for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.