Wow.
I don't even know where to begin with my response to that other than to say that your words have touched me. And judging from the responses so far, I'd say I'm not the only one. I know that you write this for you and your family, ZZUB. And no one else. But for those of us who have gone through similar losses, your words are an encouragement. And a reminder that we'll see them one day. I can't tell you how many times I have nodded my head in agreement with something that you've written. You have a knack for articulating perfectly what so many of us feel but lack the words to express ourselves.
I don’t know what God has in store for me and my family in this next year. But whatever joys we’re allowed to experience and whatever sorrows we have to grow through, we know this: God will be with us. We’ll go on. And we know this, too: He has instilled in us a love for each other and a love for the times we spend together in Disney World. This wasn’t our last trip after all. I’m no longer a 12 year old boy whose world just got torn asunder. I don’t have to stare at dusty images in a book and long for a time that got ripped away from me too soon. I have the assurance and hope for my tomorrow. We’ll go on.
That was beautiful.
It was
all beautiful, as a matter of fact. Every word of it. Well, except for the rather descriptive Teppanyaki ones. You know, I can honestly say that I can't remember the last time I enjoyed reading a book as much as I have enjoyed reading this trip report.
All of your trip reports. You bring the funny like nobody's business and weave it perfectly with just a touch of instrospection. And you do it all in a way that everyone who reads your words can relate to it on some level. That is a
rare gift, my friend. A rare gift indeed. If you haven't dusted off that old novel you were working on yet, maybe now's the time.
Thank you
so much for taking the time out of your busy life to share your story with us, ZZUB. It has been such a huge encouragement to follow your family's journey and to witness God's rich blessings in your lives. I pray He continues to rain down His blessings on you and your sweet little family for many, many years to come.
Yes you will. And we'll be patiently awaiting Number Five. Which, hopefully, will include a few less Number Fours. And no Number Fives.
Preace to you, my friend. And consider yourself hugged.
Twice. For good measure.