Amie

wpid-amie-and-joey.jpg.jpegAmie July 13th, Sunday, Amie went to heaven. Bekah called crying to say that Amie flipped her car and she didn’t make it. “What! Wait What?” Jim bolted up from the bed faster than he ever moves. “She didn’t make it. She is in the morgue Dad!” Bekah cried out, emotion charging her voice and dragging it into sobs. They cried in tandem, agreeing to hang up. My dear man wailed, calling out for Amie, as his heart was tearing apart from the depths of his soul like angry waves crashing violently upon rock. Time sped away, vacuumed into the silence of eternity where only the moment exists. It feels as if this moment is all there ever was or ever will be. In such moments one’s entire being, every cell, desperately seeks reason. It screams for reason. But the soul already tested by the One who is eternity, hesitates. That soul has developed an alarm control that wraps itself around the human torment, gently whispering, infusing the moment with hope. It does not leave one suspended in that terrifying place alone. The wails became sobs. Sobs became punctuated with expressions of trust. ” He will yet again deliver and exalt them. They are truly blessed, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deuteronomy 33 : 27

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