Mercy

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I woke up this morning
Fully realizing that
He is gone.
There is nothing I can
Think
Or say
Or pray
That will undo that.
Now we have to
Navigate through another day
Without him.
Like learning how to walk
On new legs.

Pray for my strength
To come only from the Him.
Mine is faulty.
May the comfort of our Lord
Come to those around me
Through these two arms
And these two ears
And this trickle of tears.
Lvb

Comments

  1. Stewart FamilyNovember 10, 2013 at 5:18 PM

    Hey. How is everyone? Are the kids going to the visitation too?

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  2. AnonymousNovember 10, 2013 at 11:34 PM

    Cars! I kept hoping to get a link to you here! I don't have a signal so I'm stranded with Facebook. since you aren't on Facebook, I have no instant connection with you. there's some problem with my google account, when I tried to comment on your blog it kept loopingback and wouldn't let me comment!! I probably freaked Jon out with my phone call. I just have this urgency to say thongs that I know but never really say out loud. I love you, cars! You are a treasured friend and sister. your friendship means more to.me than you know. I am blessed and challenged by you! lvb

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    1. Stewart FamilyNovember 11, 2013 at 7:44 AM

      Well hopefully we will be talking again very soon. Praying for this tough day today...so sad. You are one of the best friends I have ever had! I am blessed to be a part of this family! Thank you for your kind words. It means a lot!! Cant wait to see you again! I Love you and tell dale and the kids we love them. Love, cars :) ha!

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    2. Rebecca SuttonNovember 11, 2013 at 9:18 PM

      This is so funny! I didn't realize how badly I wrote that reply, cars! Hahahaha!

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