A message for the maker of the moon, to share with one of the diamonds in my sky.
Somehow you were just here and I’m now in my 20th year. August 9th-January 9th sandwiches 5 months of unfathomable emotions. Gut punch feelings met with passionate embraces. State boarders traveled, relationships deepened, programs completed and permanent images on my body that remind me that Jireh is and will forever be my provider, we would of been matching.
I am learning a lot about heaven. It feels closer, you feel closer. I have been pondering on this past week and wondering what you’ve seen of me. I wonder if you saw when I practiced worship and over estimated how high I could go and voice cracked so bad it almost shattered a window. Maybe when I did an entire skit with Grace talking in an old man voice. Or even when I shared a meal with Dawson laughing at the moments captured in time that encapsulate exactly who you were on this side of heaven.
January 9th-May 9th. The next 5 months. I am departing to the places we dreamt of when we were breathing in the desirable African air. You told me you wanted to marry me because you were eager to start writing more memories in the book that held our stories. The stories are still coming. I’m still writing. What will the book hold by May? Who knows who I will get to share it with?
To the diamond that bedazzles my sky, I am in a daze, dreaming of our reunion. A homecoming you truly could not write in a book. With a banner stating, “joy comes in the mourning” forever reigning true.
All My Love -Ev
