....the ponderings and wanderings of a Marble pastor's wife.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
March 8th would have been Megan's 25th birthday. How does one get use to
saying would have been? How do you speak always in the past tense of
one so young?
Today, with Starbuck, I hiked up to the top of
Daniel's Hill. As I stood at the top beholding all the beauty around me I
raised my hands to God and yelled Megan's name to the Heavens. Then I
began to praise God with the Holy Spirit praying
through me. Then the wind stirred the spruce and fir trees around me
making that wonderful whispering sound. I stopped to listen. I felt the
breeze touch my face and imagined it to be the breath of God. I felt His
peace.......... But my heart still longs for a niece who died much too
young. Till we meet again, Megan...........