The Butterfly Project has been one of the many vehicles I have used to help my heart heal from the loss of both of my parents. This week my beloved friends lost their: Husband, Father, Brother, Uncle, Grandpa. My head hurts tonight from the many tears shed today. But as I drove the dreaded grid lock freeway this evening with one child in tote for carpool and company to attend the viewing of this beloved man, this giant among men...giant in love, spirituality and all godly and good traits you could hope for in a man... I was so very grateful to be part of it all. I was grateful to mourn with those that mourn and comfort those that stood in need of comfort. I found that as I did, the miracle that occurred was I felt comforted. I felt the healing that has been slowing taking place since losing my mother 1st, and then later my father...I felt it taking place with each hug and with each word I uttered. Isn't that the most tender mercy...the kindest gift from heaven, that as we reach outward, he heals us inwardly! I am so thankful. There are still tears in my eyes...but I am filled with gratitude...they are tears of gratitude. I love this sweet family...they are an extension of me. And I very much think of them as my brothers and sisters in Christ. May the Spirit lift and elevate them this week so they can meet the loafty task of laying this noble man's body to rest.
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