A half of a year. Six impossible months filled with the most unbearable and unimaginable moments of pain, anxiety, panic, grief, and the worst loss. The aftermath is great. Some of the most lonely and most horrific times. Still unanswered questions linger and some will never be answered. Evil took my daughter from me. Evil is stupid to Ever believe it could Overtake me. You see, in these six impossible months, theres been moments of possible. Moments of supernatural peace, love, joy, rest, and life. Provision that only a Loving, Good, Daddy God can provide. Hopelessness turning into Hope within a second. My Poppa God carries me when I cant walk or even stand. --Jasmine Aubrey Sloan my beautiful baby - my precious daughter. Every moment of every day Im living for you in exhibiting a quality you carried out. You are Incredible and Im So Thankful I get to be your Momma! The day we get to embrace once again will be Perfection and its going to Rock to get to go surfing with you in the crystal sea. -- In all Ive been through, this I DO know. I Made it Through the day 6 months ago. I Can Make it through Anything. Even though the Worst has happened, the Best is Next.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 02:26:39 +0000
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