There are three books that have been my sanity over the past three months. My Bible. "I Will Carry You" by Angie Smith. And "You are the Mother of All Mothers" by Angela Miller.
On days like today I don't want the tree that's planted in my backyard.
I don't want the gorgeous handcrafted album that Priscilla made for me.
I don't want the beautiful remembrance angel that my mom bought for me.
I don't want the molds of her tiny hands & feet that sit on our dresser.
I just want her.
I remember reading a blog post that Angie wrote after her daughter died. She smashed a pitcher into pieces, and then put it back together. While putting it back together, she spent the time having a very real conversation with God.
Today I am railing against the world. And that's okay. I'm going to have days like this.
Today I think I might need to go buy that pitcher.