My mom had died.
A few short days before that, though, she had shared Romans 8:28 with me. It says that All things work for the good of those that love Him and have been called according to His purpose. Now, I'm not about to pretend that I didn't feel sadness and a sense of deep, deep loss. I was devastated but I knew that God had a purpose in it and that He was with me. In the midst of sadness, I had peace. An incredible peace. A peace that I can't even explain. Perfect peace. I don't know if my mom knew that she was going to die or if God just led her to that verse for me, but it carried me through that time and I still rely heavily on it. I also still don't know the purpose, but I don't need to know.
Several years later, my dad met a lady. Her daughter, Heather, and I wanted them to get married. We both
On August 25, 2010 my dad went on to be with Jesus. It was so hard but so beautiful all at once. Hard for the obvious reasons, but beautiful because we were a family together missing him, crying together, praying together. My Cindymom took us all out to Cracker Barrel for lunch after his funeral (Dad's favorite restaurant) and Heather, Jamie (family friend), and I all bought Cindymom a Willow Tree figure. She's holding the American flag and mourning. My dad had fought in 3 wars and had a military funeral so this was one of the most meaningful gifts I've ever seen. It made her cry.
The week before Mother's Day, Cindymom sent me a gift. A Willow Tree figure that represents our adoption. Talk about meaningful. It made me cry.