Wearing Pink

We were on a team retreat when my dad called to tell me that Aunt Sherill had passed away. She and her battle with breast cancer was the reason for many fervent prayers over the years and especially more recently as the fight grew tougher. When I think of Aunt Sherill I see peace instead of struggle. She brought glory to God through her example of joy and gentleness and her beautiful, quiet spirit. I am so proud of all of my aunts and uncles. It is an honor to be a part of this family and to have so many loved ones to pattern my life after.

After the phone call I went into our hotel room to check on my sleeping daughters. Kirstie was still awake and reached out her arms to give me a hug and a kiss on my cheek. I felt overwhelmingly thankful for the lives of my own loved ones. Sherill's life, just like my mom's and Sharon's, was a gift from God to us. We are all made in His image and any love that we receive from others is love that is coming from God Himself.

We are wearing pink today in honor of Aunt Sherill. As I was painting Kirstie's nails I explained to her about how we had been praying for Aunt Sherill and that now she isn't sick anymore but is having a good time with Jesus in Heaven, along with Grandma Jennie and Aunt Sharon. We have had many conversations about Heaven lately and Kirstie is very anxious to go. She thinks we can drive there. Kirstie said she wanted to go see Aunt Sherill so I reminded her that she is in Heaven and we needed to wait for Jesus to come take us there. Later she commented that she wanted Jesus to get out of our hearts so he could take us to Heaven.