Today marks two years since we got the call about Esther’s death.
And my heart still aches for her.
So much has happened since in those two years.
At the time I simply couldn’t see past my grief. I didn’t want to see past my grief.
He didn’t give me the answers I so desperately sought.
Two years later I can look back and see Him in every step.
How He is the perfect Father. Protector.
Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow. — James 1:17