She was too young. Too young for cancer to steal her last breath, but that’s what cancer does. It steals time, money, life.
The mother of my daughter’s friend is gone. She joined Jesus early this summer, and we were left reeling. Heartbroken. Floundering.
Beyond the ache in my heart, I wondered how to help my daughter, Ella. How would I help her help her friend? At 11 years old, Ella is sensitive and aware. But this was a first for us.
Turns out I didn’t need to teach my daughter anything. Instead, she taught me the beauty and grace of pressing in…
I’m just thrilled to the tips of my toes to be sharing with my friend, Michelle Cox, over at her beautiful blog, Just 18 Summers. Please click on over and hear how my sweet Ella-girl taught me a most precious lesson.
(Two blogs back to back-to-back friends!?! What is this craziness? Don’t get too excited. It will probably be another week before I come up for air again. The mom life. You know what I’m talking about. Sending love to you from my very-unlike-fall Florida. Someone send me some cooler temps. Pretty please, with a pumpkin spice latte on top?)