The funeral festivities are over.
I'd like to sleep for a week.
What I'd like to do more is take H away for a week and just protect him. Hide him from the pain and hurt that has flown around this town in the past 4 days.
There are times when I don't honor H for all that he is, for all that he does. Heck, there are times when I don't even recognize what he does for us.
Not this week. He's been in the spotlight too often for me not to recognize how amazing he truly is.
He looked at the face of evil and smiled kindly.
He hasn't screamed one time.
He's been patient and kind.
The Lord has given H grace that is not his own. The Lord has held H tightly and given him the strength he needed to deal with all that has happened since Monday afternoon at 2:00 p.m.
There is nothing sadder to watch than children grieving the loss of their father and dealing with family drama at the same time.
Thank you, Lord, for holding H so tight this week.