‘Your mom will always be in your heart.’
I don’t want her to be in my heart, I want her to be with me.
A year later, to still ask, ‘why’- Why was my mom not healed… is just plain silly and utterly pointless. I know that.
I know she is in heaven, an eternity with God. But yet the human part of me falls.
Self (Grumbling): “God, why are You making this so difficult?!”
God: “Am I? Or are you?”
So says my heart quietly…