Recently I told this story to a friend facing loss–
It was a beautiful, uncharacteristically sunny day in Beaver, PA. There was a cop car parked a block from us, I suspected they suspected I might run to Canada with you. You had a cute Sesame Street ensemble on, replete with orange coat. Our church friends were there to help us through.
Your dad wept. He is not usually a crier. I did not. I did not believe at that time that you were going to be away more than a long weekend.
I knew God was gonna bring you back.
The pain that followed was truly unspeakable. I questioned my faith. How could I have been so sure that I would get you back?
I asked God
And He said
“You were not wrong to believe you would get her back, it was just your timeline was off a bit.”
I know you will always be God’s baby girl, because you have always been mine💗