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A Year and a Day


A year ago, I couldn’t fathom how I would make it to this day October 5th...the day after October 4th…the day my life changed forever…the day where I began to question everything I thought I knew, the day where my future began to look hazy…the day consistency was broken, and my one constant since life began was gone. I couldn't even comprehend the idea of living in a world without my father...and I still can't. But let me tell you, God's grace is sufficient and sustaining. It carries me even when I don't feel it, especially on those days where I question him, and I don’t understand his plan. There will always be an emptiness in my heart, and I will never seek to fill it. That space is reserved just for Daddy. 

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