My God daughter taking good care of her Joislen bear omg 👧🏽👼🏽 these sisters.💛 I just love them. I wish I could've given her her. I wish I could've given all my loved ones their girl. God had a different delivery method than I would've ever expected, hoped for or anticipated in my wildest dreams or nightmares. "how about an angel"
I'm very thankful for a supportive family that could love through the unexpected reroute. And make due with our version of the portion that is my daughter. It has challenged our faith. And ultimately strengthened it. She's brought us all closer to God. what's a life well lived but to love and be loved anyway? To be used for Gods glory? I'm proud of my daughter. I miss her. Furiously. But I'm so proud of her. For 10 months that song could've been our cry "there's a worshiper in me" because that girl loves the Lord. "There's a praise on the inside that I can't keep to myself". Yep. That was my Joislen. That's our Joislen.
There is only one who loves her more than me. And that's Him. There's only ONE (and maybe her father no no no it's a tie) that she loves more than me. And It's Him. For the depth of love that I know I share with each of them, the deepest love I've ever known, to know that He loves her even more, I am comforted to know that she's in good hands. 💛 Are you in good hands? That's all states stand 😂
even though this bear cannot feel anything. I just know Joislen is chuckling. And speaking love to her god sister in these moments. What they say to each other we'll never know. But I know. I just know. Death didn't break their bond. Because she yet lives in Him. And we're not afraid to close our eyes. And dream. Or rather. Experience. A dimension so close we can feel it.
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