The other day marked six months since our sweet nephew Reece went home to Heaven. I still cry all the time, but I am starting to see Reece in my everyday moments. It is in no way the same as hearing his sweet, high pitched voice on the other end of the phone, but until God decides to blow His trumpet, it is what we have been given. Someone told me moments where you know your loved one and Jesus are with you are "God breezes"; wonderful reminders of with whom our hope rests. As longs as I live I will honor and remember Reece, and the Savior in whose death Reece and we live.
"Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God" 1 John 3:1
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| I made a poor choice and let the balloons go under the tree... |
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| That's me using the light bulb changer to push them free. I have to think God let Reece look at this and laugh. I can see him with his arms crossed looking disappointed, and it makes me smile. |
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| I can only imagine what Reece gets to see on the other side of those balloons. We love you forever Reecie. |