Yesterday would have been Silas Boaz' 3rd birthday.
I miss him greatly, some days more than others.
Some days are ok, and some days I miss him so much it is a physical ache.
But my God is still on the throne, He hasn't changed!!!
A few weeks ago I received this beautiful bracelet from some great friends who live in Mississippi.
SILAS BOAZ BLACKBURN 10 MAR 07
UNTIL WE HOLD HIM AGAIN 01 NOV 09
The beads are beautiful, and I love the bracelet.
Not knowing what was in the package when it arrived,
but knowing these friends,
I was crying before I even got it opened.
It was a thoughtful and timely gift.
The Lord used these people to be a blessing to me.
On this birthday there were:
no presents to unwrap
no tiny squeals of joy
no blankies to drag around
no turtle to find for nap time
no scooter racing through the house
But there was:
one more blond haired boy in the presence of Jesus Christ
walkin on the street of gold
and fishing in the crystal sea
or flyin round with the angels
my little man
Sometimes it's hard to think of my little Boaz "being" somewhere.
It's so easy to see him running through the house,
chasing his "Sissy" with the mop
with that smile that lit up his whole face
or that very thoughtful look, like he was pondering something
maybe that devious "Scruggs" smirk when he was
about to get into, destroy something,
tease someone, or he was going to run away
I can imagine him fishing with Bro Hank
listening to the love story of the Boaz and Ruth
asking about the animals that were on the ark
and sitting in the lap of my Saviour, Jesus Christ