I treasure this photograph. I wouldn’t know what the occasion was but the clues tell me it’s a birthday celebration – possibly Annie’s? There’s something particularly precious to me about photos of my Annie before I knew of her. Although it’s true, I have fewer of those photographs in my possession than I do of those when I knew her, it’s not simply scarcity or rarity that increases their value to me. It’s something much deeper and loftier than that. Continue reading
My Heavenly Father and my Lord,
Thank You for giving me Your Son,
Thank You for forgiving me my sin,
Lord Jesus thank You for laying down Your life and giving me life,
Thank You for dying to save me and my Annie
Thank You for the life You took,
Thank You for the life You give.
I am Yours,
One of the things I really missed this November was making Annie a birthday gift. When it came to gifts, Annie and I spoke a very different love language but we learned to understand one another’s perfectly. Annie loved time and experiences; I however, would settle for anything with a USB port.
Today would have been my Annie’s 37th birthday. She’s been gone 236 days but whenever I think about her age, it never fails to shock me.