Beauty in Ashes
I remember sitting out on the curb outside of the hospital like it was yesterday. Even right now as I try to take myself back to that moment it doesn't feel real, movie-like in a sense. I see myself, 14 years old, feeling more alone then words can comprehend, thinking to myself that my days of laughter and joy were over. I remember feeling in that moment that I'd never laugh or smile again. I was numb. I felt like part of me died. I feel so sad for that girl, she grieved with no hope. Even then I knew I'd never be the same. That was the day I lost my father. I heard in a movie once loosing someone close to you is like having an amputation, you heal but you're never quite the same as you were before. I believe that. I never really quite got back to that girl but for that I'm thankful. I see qualities in myself that allow me to love His people with compassion that I don't think I'd possess without going through the loss of my father. I'm desperate for Go
