Joy. Rich, deep joy was felt during these moments. Hours later a reality was made known that a sister, daughter, wife, friend, and new mother would not make it another day. Her mission had been fulfilled. The life and beauty of Laura is lived on through sweet Mary Margaret. There is pain. There is deep, indescribable pain felt by everyone involved that day. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of that morning. It’s a blur-a very painful slow blur. Thankfully the Lord is healing the deep wounds with His beauty and joy. He is teaching me a new way to look at life. Showing me how my little situations are minuscule in comparison to the situation in another’s life.
Think of Laura
Fast forward two months..