when you can feel the figurative, and literal, arms of loved ones, friends, and neighbors, around you.
it may be love in the form of a prayer,
a call, a hug, a fish, an odd job here and there for kyle,
a jar of jam, homemade bread, toilet paper, licorice,
cookies, an email, a kind word, or a donut.
but any way it
shows up, it is still LOVE.
when life knocks you to your bottom, and you have to ask for help, even IF, the help is just for support, or a prayer, or a good thought....it is HARD.
harder than one might think
to actually say those words, "i need your help..."
it is humbling.
even MORE humbling are the responses we have received.
they make us suck in our breaths, and leak at the eyes, and they make our voices catch when we try to say THANK YOU.
the thoughts, words, calls and love. to FEEL, and know, that there are people out there that care and will help to buoy us up.
it is hard to have hope and faith and believe that things will work out in the end. for sometimes OUR end is not what Heavenly Father has in store. but we keep believing, and pressing forward. taking it a day at a time.
we do know this though, we will try OUR hardest and pray that HE makes up the difference.
in the meantime, it is GOOD to be loved.
thank you to all of you that have loved us these past few weeks.
we could not have done it without you.
xoxoxo
2 comments:
I do read my comments!!! His name is Grant Quayle Wood. The Quayle is for his Grandpa. As for the Grant... we mostly call him Clark because that's what we called him during the pregnancy. Ooops.
So many people in this situation - it is hard to know what to do. We will pray. Something will work out!
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