{When the dying's over
When the last tear falls
When the empty wells overflow
To fill us all…}
Always - a separation felt deep. How does one harmonize the joy of life, miracles, and stuff that dreams are made of…
…with dark and foggy memories that cause a knot inside?
{…Redemption
We'll see it with our very own eyes
Very own eyes
and we'll realize
We're alive for the very first time
The very first time…}
{…Burdens we have carried
Melt away like snow
Loved ones gone before us
Welcome us home…}
So, we celebrate
we throw ourselves fully into now
we know this is us,
woven into the fabric of every single one of our earthly Januaries.
Written into the Story of Our Life.
This is our life.
{…Redemption
We'll see it with our very own eyes
Very own eyes
and we'll realize
We're alive
for the very first time
The very first time…}
This is January.
This is our ebb and flow.
This is our story.
There is an unbidden familiarity about it now.
{…Someday we will remember how to fly
Then we will rise like embers burning bright
Everything broken will be whole again…}
{…We are the ransomed
We are the redeemed
We are the bride
And shall forever be
Loved from the start without end
It will not end…}
{…Redemption
We'll see it with our very
own eyes
Very own eyes…}
{…and we'll realize
We're alive for the very first time
The very first…}
We rejoice (really, really deep thanks) over what each candle means to us,
we giggle over Caleb-isms…
we giggle over Caleb-isms…
and we grin over this fun little fact: blue + frosting = blue teeth.
{Redemption
We'll see it with our very own eyes
Very own eyes
and we'll realize
We're alive for the very first time
The very first time.}
Happy 11th birthday, K {Born prematurely into this world at 10:36 pm on January second, two thousand three, and thriving…}
And always, always in this mama's heart - we love you J.D.
{Born prematurely into this world at 10:30 pm on January second, two thousand three.
"Redemption" - By JJ Heller
1 comment:
Wendi, this is a beautiful post; such poignancy and feeling have gone into its construction. Bittersweet memories and the ephemerality of today collide. Thank you so much for sharing these moments in the life of your family with us, your readers.
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