Nonny. I've been thinking about her lately. I miss her. I wish she was here to watch our babies grow up. I wish my little kids got to meet her, and have memories with her. I know she would love being a part of our little Lairsey's lives. I look forward to giving her a great big hug one day soon. I love that woman. One of the things she has forever left in my heart is a verse. She sent me the verse in a handwritten note she mailed me after she found out about our first miscarriage back in July of 2009. She died one month later, and that verse is still one of my favorites.
Isaiah 61: 1-3
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon me because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives, and release the prisoners from darkness. To proclaim the year of the Lord's favor and the day of vengeance for our God. To comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion -
to bestow on them a crown of beauty for ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor.
I want BEAUTY instead of ashes, JOY instead of mourning, and PRAISE instead of despair. But more importantly, I want my life to be planted for the display of the Lord's splendor. Let it be, Lord.
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