The box

My Abby is inside of a box on our mantle and it's weird. We got her cremated because quite honestly my hubby couldn't dig a hole and she was such a big part of us that we wanted her with us always so that was our choice. I had a message on my phone from the vet that she was ready to be picked up and my heart sank. Oh what I would give for it to be just an overnight surgery that she was in for but that just isn't the case. I won't get to see her do her happy dance, stretch and greet me good morning after a wonderful night being sprawled out on the couch on her back sleeping, or grab a huge stick outside and bring it to me.
I walked into the vet and the girl handed it to me and I looked at it and mouthed thank you and quickly exited because I started sobbing. I cried almost the entire ride home but God gave me the most beautiful songs on KLove radio for comfort and then the dj read Jeremiah 31:13

Jeremiah 31:13

b For I will turn their mourning into joy and will comfort them and make them rejoice after their sorrow. 

 

 

What a sweet little love letter from God at the most perfect moment. A reminder that HE absolutely cares so very much for us and I need to keep pressing on trusting Him. His plans are good even though I may not feel so right now because I'm still hurting. He is hurting with me He knows how I feel.

 

And nothing is hidden from Your sight

Wherever I go, You find me

And You know every detail of my life

And You are God and You don't miss a thing