We got to see a picture of his grafted chest tonight.. While it was a little gruesome, we can see healing taking place and that is encouraging. It was kind of a stark reminder of the reality of this all though.. and was a little bit hard to take. I'll be honest, not every moment is easy. Every once in a while my heart aches for him.. Every once in a while I really, truly miss him. But during those times, I'm reminded how grateful I am for his life. Each day that I miss him brings me one day closer to life with him again. And I am ever thankful for that.
"Hear my cry, O God; Give heed to my prayer. From the end of the earth I call to You when my heart is faint; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For You have been a refuge for me, A tower of strength against the enemy."-Psalm 61:1-3