I went to a funeral on Saturday. A few times, as tears uncontrollably flowed like raindrops, I thought I was going to vomit. It was Dora the Explorer themed. Never again will Dora simply be “a fun-loving cartoon girl” to me.
I’m still digesting it all. Like the small casket. Or watching a mother say her absolute, forever final goodbye to her daughter. And why this little angel’s days were deemed short. Or why my friend has seen pain and suffering like you and I never have- her second daughter, her second funeral for a daughter.
The Pastor’s message and words were no doubt God inspired. Approximately twelve people accepted Christ on Saturday. My friend also felt the love and support she may or may not have questioned -or even realized she ever had.
It reminds me of the lyrics:
Life is full of light and shadows
Oh the joy, oh the sorrow
And yet He will bring dark to light
And yet He will bring day from night
And just as many of us walked away with our lives forever changed. Changed by words. Changed by a message. Changed by her mother's faith. Changed by an angel’s too short life.
- Wife to Gibbs... Mother to Ziva, Abby and...